Cévennes National Park 🏰 Is Crumbling Castles & Lucious Lakes

Day 230. 58km (82321kms 7yrs)

I’d had a luxury stay for my twenty year travelversary and was now setting off for three days into the Cévennes hills. Being a Sunday I was relieved, turning into the supermarket to see cars in the carpark. And so stocked up with two or three days of food I began north on the D906.

Never so steep as anything in Corsica it was still clearly a popular choice for motorcyclists as the road wound climbing – and to a lesser extent falling – between the steep forested hills of the Cévennes national park.

I lunched on puréed chestnuts on crispy baguette, later realising what I’d taken to be conker trees to be chestnut trees, the spiky green balls and their Christmassy content scattered on the grass. A surprise castle offered a nice stroll around but not inside. The sun was out; at 18C or 19C with scarcely any wind the weather was lovely. What a great time and place for a bike ride.

Aiming at a lake I hoped to find a forested flat spot beside, I reached the town of Villefort. After after a bit of a search rejecting spots as too hard to reach, too visible, or forbidding ‘camping sauvage’ I found my camp. So well-hidden I almost missed it myself; a small flat patch of grass storing a couple of kayaks belonging probably to the nearby completely closed up Hôtel du Lac.

And so with lovely lakeside views I tucked into the good Comte cheese given to me by Clair, toasting them with my plastic beaker of wine. A splendid biketouring day.

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