Monday, 31 March 2014


My illusions of this area were shattered, from my distant memories of one of the first Natural History Programs I remember to the Camargue of today. A commercial entity, where in places scabby white horse are penned near the road so you can see them as you drive past, to the even worse lines of horses saddled in stalls waiting for paying riders, to the horrifically expensive €6 for two coffees down by the beach.
Salt Flat



Access is limited and for good reason, horseback is best for getting around, but I can’t/shouldn’t ride a horse. We did an overnight Aire Stop, and a slow drive through and past the wild bit the following day ... I may have been jaded by fatigue.

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