I’ve walked the Petit Luberon. Today Stuart dropped ime out on the road at the same spot he picked me up on the 25th. From there I made my way to the start of the Foret des Cedres (Cedar Forest). On the road up to this point there are magnificent panoramic views of a northern valley taking in Lacoste and Bonnieux.

As I joined the forest one of the first things that struck me was the sounds from the birds. It seemed like there were many species, all singing away. The track across the Luberon is bitumen sealed, not something I expected. The sound of my walking poles striking the bitumen distracted me from the sounds of the birds so I commenced to walk in the mulch by the side of the road. The poles became silent in
the mulch. I only had the singing birds to accompany me. It seems that the mulch has built up over many years and comprises the tiny leaves of the cedar trees which are not much more than a centimeter long and a couple of milimetres wide.

Another thing I noticed was the condition of the ground. It was extremely rocky where ever I looked. It surprised me how these treees in such large numbers could thrive, as they appear to do, in such conditions. I did see areas of soil, always close to the edge of the road, a rich, dark brown colour. I presumed it got it’s colour and texture from the tree mulch. I could see that animals had been foraging around in it, probably looking for food. I expected wild boar to appear and challenge me at any
time, but nothing as exciting as this occurred.

It took just over an hour to walk through the forest after which scrubland and small trees was the main vegetation cover. As I continued along the top of the ridge pockets of cedar trees appeared. Before beginning my descent I could see to the south a massive farming valley which extended to the horizon. I was told you could see the lights of Marseilles from where I stood, but I doubt it because of a ridge way off on the horizon.

The descent on the western end of the Luberon took me a couple of hours. In some
places it was quite steep, taking its toll on my knees, as usual. As I came aound the edge of the western end I could see Cavaillon to my north-west. From where I looked it appeared to be a city built up against a meseta a few hundred metres long. South of it towards Cauvel Blanc was extensive farmland providing a patchwork of various shades of green and an irrigation canal which has as it’s source a river much further to the south.

Today ended up being a 25km walk, further than I anticipated, however, the joy at
the end of the day was being picked up by Stuart and Alison at Vidauque, and going
back to their home where I had dinner and slept the night. Tomorrow I’ll resume my walk at Vidauque.
Sent from my iPad As the vehicle approaches, the light splits into two, and you see it’s the headlights from a car