Tuesday, 7 May 2013

La Petite Camargue - Big Skies & Old Railway





I've gone from steep mountain slopes to an area so flat that mostly horizons are distant and the skies are huge. I no longer have to toil up mountainsides, in fact I hardly walk at all. My new means of locomotion, much though I'd love it to be on horseback or muleback, is a vélo. The bike and I we have history in this place, for I've been here before, and I've explored most of the possible roads, tracks and pathways in the vicinity, accessible to a bike. Apart from the main route to Vauvert, the nearest town, a journey which I've done many times before, I clearly remember the road to Gallician, the nearest village in the opposite direction from Vauvert, and the road to Le Cailar, the approach road a tree-lined avenue, dappling the ground with shade, the village itself, drenched in charm.


The Road to Le Cailar


Then there's the old railway track, long disused. When I was first here a few years ago, I was wandering along tracks through the peach farms, in a direction I had not explored before, spotted a steep little path, climbed up, and found the railway track lying like a secret, hidden from the path below by bushes and foliage and almost invisible from the track on the other side. But then, no-one walked along either track so it was my own special railway. Just as the almond tree, a short way before the steep path, that was my tree, I stuffed my pockets with almonds, and went back the next day, for more.

I went looking for that little path, doubting my own memory. But then I found, first the almond tree, and then the path, almost overgrown, leading up to the railway. But still visible. I push the bike up the short slope and over the old railway track, and down onto the surfaced cycle path. And that's when I see the marker and remember that that was my guide as to when to turn off – a old railway metal sign with the number 31 on it.

Memory can play tricks but the landscape has also shifted. The rise in the land, the steep path, that's still there, and the railway line of course, with a whole new crop of pale green plants growing between the sleepers of old grey wood, sometimes deeply ridged and knotted, sometimes curving a little, buckled under the sun of so many summers. These soft lime green plants may well turn into late summer's thorny stalks scratching at any unwary ankles that step along the sleepers of the old railway line.




But I don't imagine anyone walking along here, not now, now that there's la voie verte, a smooth surfaced pathway for walkers and cyclists, running alongside. It used to be just a dirt track bordering the canal. Now there's often people out walking, youngsters roller blading, a few cyclists. It goes from Vauvert to Gallician, the next village.




Before it became a smoothly surfaced cycle path, before the name la voie verte had been thought up, it was just another dirt track and when I cycled along it I never met anyone, ever. Occasionally, a vehicle – a dusty van or tractor would cross the bridge, wending its way through the vineyards and groves of peach trees. But these were so much part of the landscape, crawling slowly along, dust coating their sides and their wheels, joining the dust that rose in a pinkish cloud behind them. Sometimes you would hear voices among the groves of peach trees, their owners hidden from view. Sometimes, a few lines of a song.

The low, mechanical sound of a small tractor, spraying the trees, turns into the drone of insects. People melt into the land. There is so much growth, of vines and orchards, such clear signals that humans have been hard at work, but these industrial people themselves are almost invisible. The vines writhe and bend and twist, green leaves sprouting from their contorted black wood.





The peach trees are in full leaf, like the poplars and sycamores, oaks, almond and fig. Only the acacias are still hesitant, delicate fringes showing at the end of each twig. But in time they will become more densely leafed than any of the others, each leaf a spray of miniature leaves, their blossom just as dense, bouquet upon bouquet, humming with bees.

The mas, farmhouses, are large cream coloured buildings, with courtyards, outhouses, land around them. You hardly ever see anyone there.





Their porches are hung with vines, screened by them and other trees – their land often guarded and staked out by the sentinel cypresses, cones of darkness waving in the wind. Even the horses doze, flat out in the morning sunlight, or grouped under shade of trees in the afternoon. The white and restless herons stalk the fields with the white horses and the black bulls. All the other birds are mostly invisible in the bamboo, marsh grasses and reeds that screen the ponds.




Sunsets are spectacular. A few clouds catch the light and turn wondrous colours. This whole place in fact is utterly magical. I am hugely grateful to the association Les Avocats du Diable Vauvert for the chance to stay here again.

5 comments:

The Solitary Walker said...

Ah, the Camargue..! You travel from one camino to another... here's my account of the Voie d'Arles from Arles to Saint-Gilles...

http://www.solitary-walker.blogspot.co.uk/2008/11/it-took-me-5-hours-to-walk-across-this.html

... and this from Saint-Gilles to Vauvert...

http://www.solitary-walker.blogspot.co.uk/2008/11/snails-signpost-and-semi-naked-german.html

This Via Tolosana is magnificent, and I'd walk it again given half a chance...

dritanje said...

Extraordinary - I've just been reading the above posts, then find you've left the link to them! I'm next going to write about this part of the chemin Saint Jacques and found you've put up a photo of the way markers, and I took a photo of the same signpost! Loved the bit about the snails 'waiting for the rain'!

Jackie said...

Love the last pic..

l'oeil libre said...

bonjour dritange,
j'envie votre parcours, avoir le temps de voyager autant, tout autour de l'Europe.
De belles images qui font rêver.
merci de nous les faire partager.
Jorge

dritanje said...

merci pour les mots l'oeil libre et pour toutes les belles images de votre site