It's June, and I've been on holiday.  Must be Alps time!  France again this year - third time lucky?

Well, sort of.  The first few days were great.  The sun shone, squiggly mountain passes were driven over, rivers were paddled (wearing shorty cags!), ice creams were eaten...

A brief stop at the top of the Col d'Izoard

...and then we woke up on Wednesday morning to find it was cold and snowing.  Brilliant.

Snow turned to heavy rain, the rivers rose and turned interesting colours (Durance was yellow, Guil grey, and Ubaye nearly black).  This made me lose enthusiasm for paddling - faster with fewer eddies? eek.  I was never going to push myself too much this week anyway, as I mostly just wanted a week in France without horrible long swims, massive bruises and general bad stress.  But even so, I probably should have done a bit more.  Next time, next time.

One day most people did the Lower Guil and Briançon Gorge.  Both of those would have been good - certainly the gorge is on my mental ticklist (possibly just because it involves a slide, but shh).  Unfortunately that day I was suffering very painful sunburn on my upper back, to the point where moving arms/shoulders, or having clothes rub on my skin was enough to bring tears to my eyes.  Ow.
Before anyone starts on a 'this is why you should wear sunscreen' lecture - I know.  I had factor 30 on!  grrrr.

Rainy weather also meant no via ferrata.  I think about half of the group was keen to spend a day doing that, but obviously not on wet slippery rock!

But it wasn't all rainy doom and gloom!  Plenty of time spent wandering around exploring Briançon - particularly the very pretty old town and fort.  The final night we all went for a meal, which involved a massive and very delicious fondue. mmmm, cheese.  My limited French skills came into play here, reading menus and ordering puddings for people etc.

Language skills were also tested when we found ourselves having to deal with the emergency services at the side of the Middle Guil.  The moral of that story being: "don't lose your boat, as it will end up at the hydro barrage where someone will see it and call the pompiers and gendarmes to go and hunt for the person to go with it".
That was certainly an eventful day!

Sunset from the ferry in Calais. Au revoir France!

Somewhat typically, the day we drove back it was disgustingly hot (I think we saw 33° at one point) and sunny.  Hooray for cars with air con.  Nice and windy on the ferry back too - very bracing standing out on deck!

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Making use of "mum's taxis" for this one - aka getting a lift to Llandogo and walking back.

For some reason most of the photos I took are of bridges.  Probably because that's about all there is on this stretch to bother taking pics of!

Nah, it's not that boring really - another section I'm relatively familiar with due to Scouting activities as a teenager.

From my previous end point above Llandogo, I continued on through Cuckoo Woods, with the occasional sneaky glimpse down to Bigsweir Bridge (currently being repaired).  The path then drops down to meet the river in Whitebrook, and continues along the old railway line before emerging next to the Boat Inn in Redbrook.   Crossed over the old railway bridge, and had my lunch sitting in the village green watching some kayakers.

From Redbrook the path follows the river through some fields.  A few sheep and dog walkers around here.  I detoured slightly to walk over the other old railway bridge so I could take a few photos - also to get a better view of the confluence of the Monnow and Wye.

From here, it was just a case of walking around the edge of the Boys school playing fields, over the bridge and up to the rowing club - where I caved in and phoned for mum's taxi service again, as my achy feet couldn't face the thought of walking another mile on tarmac!

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