A day of complete rest. It wasn’t until I took a look at my reflection in a mirror that I appreciated how much size I have lost, particularly around the shoulders and upper legs, but it’s all part of the journey.

I’ve become a seriously good eater. On the road I manage a meal every two to three hours in my endeavor to keep up a steady supply of fuel. My metabolism must be racing at 100kph. No amount of food is ever too much. Today I seemed to be eating all day. Literally not true, but it was like it. Soon after eating I’m hungry again. This morning I had a long breakfast with Stuart, chatting all the way. I can’t stop eating the crusty light sour dough bread fresh from the local bakery. Also, I just love
the fresh produce like the salads we had for lunch. I am being so well looked after it’s hard not to feel embarrassed.

In the afternoon we drove to a nursery where Stuart and Alison purchased flowers for their window sills. They also buy and give plants to a number of neighbors, a couple of whom have been widowed in the past two years. I think it a lovely gesture to offer friendship this way.

To the south-west of Bonnieux is a mountain ridge called ‘Petit Luberon’ and to the
east of it is the ‘Grand Luberon’ and further east still is the ‘Luberon Oriental’. They are part of a 185,000 hectare regional park. The Petit Luberon extends from Bonnieux to Cavaillon to the west. Cavailon is a city on my route to Arles. On the top of the Petit Luberon is planted a 250 hectare cedar forest. The first trees were placed there in the early 1900′s. It has been added to over the years to become it’s present size. Some trees get replaced after fires. I think the originl trees came from
Algeria. There is a road from Bonnieux to the start of the cedar forest and a track
through the forest all the way to Cavaillon. Stuart suggested I walk the track. I was thrilled with the idea. Tomorrow I will get driven back to the point on the road where
I was picked up and recommence my walk from there. It’s about a 10km from that point to the start of the forest. A good morning’s walk.

This evening we went for drinks at a neighbour’s house on the corner opposite. Bear in mind that the opposite corner is only a couple of metres away. The house is owned by a Sydney couple Jeff and Lynn Fisher. What an amazing house! What you see on the inside is unrecognizable from the outside. It’s over four levels with huge number of rooms inluding a very big, chilly cellar and a room that was once a chapel. It is one of the few properties in the upper village with enough room for a lawn and
garden. It even has what was once a secret passage where its then owner could have escaped had the village been under siege from a neighboring village. Apparently, these types of passages were common. On the ground level is a section of what was once a Roman road, probably more than 2,000 years old. Coming from a country like Australia it is difficult to appreciate the history that is contained in a single dwelling like this one, let alone in a village like Bonnieux.

A couple of days ago in my blog I mentioned the trees growing alongside the road on my approach to Cereste. I thought they were Maples because of the shape of their
leaves, however, Stuart tells me they are Plane trees and that Napoleon was responsible for their planting along roads to provide shade for his marching troops. I’ve since learned they have been extensively planted in Provence, often being used in a garden as a feature that will provide shade where a table can be placed for meals in the summer. Tomorrow I’ll be marching out of Bonnieux and looking for shade along the way. Perhaps I’ll benefit once again from the consideration Napoleon had for his troops all those years ago.

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