Two Days in Les Angles

Meeting Baz and C at Carcassonne Airport on Easter Saturday felt wonderful. I hadn’t seen them for 11 days and had watched the Brussels atrocities unfold alone

On Sunday we drove to Les Angles, about an hour from us. It was hard to imagine that there would be any snow anywhere after the warm weather we’d had, but we glimpsed some as we rose higher up the dramatically winding road. And then Les Angles appeared ahead of us

We were staying at a cosy stone cottage, converted and owned by Mike and Jenny of Pyranean Trails . It was just a few minutes walk from the piste, and we could not have asked for friendlier hosts

The weather conditions on Easter Sunday were changeable, but on Monday we lunched on the mountain in T-shirts and I settled myself down on a lovely squidgy outdoor sofa to watch Baz and C try out their new boots, which had been expertly (and very patiently) fitted by Mike and Jenny’s son Paul, who works at a local ski shop

Of course, I had totally messed up the trip by spraining my ankle, so will have to wait until next winter to get my fitting doneOf course, I had totally messed up the trip by spraining my ankle, so I was unable to ski or get boots fitted, so I just took in the scenery instead

Perhaps the most lovely sight in Les Angles is Lilli, our hosts’ Pyranean Mountain Dog who was a constant gentle presence outside the cottage, ‘guarding’ us all and being generally spectacularly beautiful

The trip down was much less intimidating because the sheer drop was on the other side of the road! The last few miles were along the River Aude where the road has been cut through the rocks of the gorge

It was good to be together. Wednesday evening arrived and it was time to see the changes that had taken place at our house…

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