Arbois

We started this week's walk in the pretty town of Arbois. It involved quite a lot of climbing again, but it was more spread out and less steep than last week.
We had high hopes for more stunning panoramas from the top of the gorge, but we ended up looking down into a thick sea of fog.
However, much of our walk was through woodland and the mist made it very atmospheric. When we stopped crunching through the beech leaves, there was a kind of dense, comforting silence - interrupted only by the occassional birdsong. It was quite magical at times, especially as we came across a group of wild chamois cavorting amongst the ruins of an ancient chateau.
It was noticeably colder this week and, 16km later, we were more than ready for a vin chaud at a local hostelry!