Of course we don’t know exactly where we are but we know it’s somewhere in the Vercors regional natural park past St Agnan en Vercors but before Col de Rousset.
This is the life we love. All we have is the sky above and the road below.
We arrive at this small valley, a dell of wild-flowers, with trees and grass growing in it and decide to have a picnic in the park.
We rest for lunch by this small stream and watch the golden hue of the water pools fill and then overflow.
The stream runs off, bubbling and cool and soon is beyond my gaze tumbling down towards the valley and onwards to the lakes and ultimately the sea.
I see the sun light through the moving leaves, and now and then it touches and warms the river stones.