Rain and Fog

We shall take a good week to walk the route back.
But, at the opposite of the sunny and merry outward journey, it will be a week of rain, a week of fog. But a still merry one ! There is fast a certain resigned comic to put wet socks in wet shoes to go walk in wet grass. And then, once wet, you no longer feel the rain and the ponchos transform us into proud knights. The red mule doesn't find this funny at all and is far too much busy with directing her ears according to the rain, to listen to us chattering and shouting medieval war cries in the plains. The black mare, her, walks in front like a machine of war, breaking the wind, and, proud as a fiery charger, breaks into a battle trot and cries along.

The rain and thunderstorms bring however some technical difficulties. But, they are nothing compared to the beauty of the countryside, coated by fog and slowly awakened by the shy beams of the Sun.