What happens when a horsemad Ould Wagon moves from Cork to Provence with 2 horses, 2 dogs and a Long Suffering Husband? Why, she gets a third dog, discovers Natural Horsemanship à la Française, starts writing short stories and then discovers a long-buried talent for art, of course…
Allison from Adventures with a Horse nominated me for the Sunshine Award ages and ages ago. Better late than never – here’s my Sunshine Award post. Thank you so much, Allie!
It’s been a long day. I got a lot done and now I’m even blogging about it.
The LSH was leaving for Paris early this morning. I had to deliver him to his friend’s house at 7.30am and I planned to go riding afterwards, so that I would be home by 11 at the latest and could spend the rest of the day with Granny.
It was the first really cold morning; the grass was crisp with frost when I took the dogs out at 6.30 and the thermometer on the jeep registered -3C when we set off. We drove into a brightening sky and witnessed the sun as it peeped over the shoulder of the Luberon, illuminating the town of Mane as we approached. Beautiful.
By 8am, I was up on top of the hill with the horses. It was already much warmer – it’s amazing how quickly the sun heats everything up at this time of the year. It was Aero’s turn to work. What will I do, I wondered. In hand work or ridden work? I opted for ridden work, with a lunging session beforehand to loosen him out – this helps both him and me.
He was great. He felt like happy, slightly cheeky Aero from years gone by, enthusiastic about everything and with a real bounce to his step. I just wish I was a better rider… but hey, that’s been discussed before. I am what I am.
I was back home by 10.30, showered, breakfasted and ready to leave by 11.30. The original plan was to go to Avignon and finally go inside the Palais du Papes but the dogs would have to wait in the car and it was now too warm to do that. Inspiration struck : “Let’s go to La Fontaine de Vaucluse and Isle sur la Sorgue!” I suggested.
I’d never been to La Fontaine de Vaucluse before. Several people had said it’s lovely and that it’s a natural fountain. Not at all sure what to expect, we went there first. It’s only a short distance from Isle sur la Sorgue, which is in a level plain. The first surprise was the massive, cave-riddled cliffs behind La Fontaine de Vaucluse. Where did they spring up from? I’d never noticed so much as a hill there before!
The second surprise was the river. It’s the Sorgue, which goes on to flow through Isle sur la Sorgue and eventually, after some splitting up and meandering, flows into the Rhone. I expected a little trickle. After all, this is the source of the river. All rivers start as a little trickle, don’t they?
Not this one. This one starts life as a fully fledged river.
And it really is that beautiful, emerald green colour. We walked quite a way alongside it, but I could see that Granny was tiring and lunch beckoned, so we turned around and went back to the village.
The third surprise was when I looked up the river Sorgue while we waited for our lunch. This is what Wikipedia had to say :
The principal point of interest is the source of the Sorgue to the foot of a cliff 240 metres high: Its average flow is 22 m3 / second, the highest in France, and can attain 110 m3 after the snow melts. It wasn’t until 1985 that the mystery of its origin was partially revealed: in effect, the lowest point is at -308m depth attained by a robot belonging to the Spelunking Society of Fontaine de Vaucluse. The spring is the only exit point of a subterranean basin of 1200 km2 that collects the water from Mount Ventoux, the Vaucluse mountains and from the Lure mountain.
WOW! It really does just appear out of the ground as a fully grown river! And it really is a natural fountain! And a 1200 km2 underground lake! Wow! And more – it’s the biggest spring in France and is reputed to be the 5th biggest spring in the world. Can you imagine how magical this place must have seemed to people over the years?
When I got home, I found out the fourth surprise. The actual spring is only a 500 metre walk from the village. We turned around just before we reached it. Grrrr.
Other than the river itself and the ruined castle above it, I wasn’t terribly impressed with La Fontaine de Vaucluse. It’s very touristy and the locals were not as friendly as the people at our end of the Luberon. I would like like to go back for a day trip (so I would actually see the source of the river!) but I wouldn’t go near it during tourist season.
After lunch, we carried on to Isle sur la Sorgue. Isle sur la Sorgue is sometimes referred to as “The Venice of Provence.” The town is built at a point where the Sorgue splits, creating an island – hence the name. It’s famous for its antique shops. Granny likes browsing in antique shops, so I thought it would work well.
Unfortunately, most of the real antique shops were closed. The only shops that were open were ones that sold upmarket tat. Like this FABULOUS lamp that’s made out of the front half of a lifesize china horse. Now, you may not know this, but I quite like horses – really!! And I would not have this in my house if you paid me livery for it!
Next to the horse was this display :
Why, oh why? Is the little roundy man being compared with the roundy hippopotamus? Why would anyone buy either of these? Can anyone explain?
There were also lots of other large, china creatures – tigers, elephants, giraffes, pandas, elephants…
I just don’t get it. Why would you buy one of these? Where would you put it – in the garden? Or do these get bought by dumb rich people who have enormous houses with vast spaces to fill? Or by people who want to have a whole zoo of giant china animals?
The only thing I could see a use for was this :
I could use that. I could use it to work on Aero’s donkey phobia.
Come to think of it, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if Aero has a tiger phobia as well. I could use the giant tiger statue to work on that, too.
That must be it – giant china animals get bought by horse people to desensitise their horses!
It’s been a busy week. Granny arrived last Tuesday, to be told “Byeee I’m off to give a class tonight.” On Wednesday morning I abandoned her again while I went to yoga, and I spent the rest of Wednesday writing up stuff for my class. Early on Thursday, I had to take the LSH to Manosque to pick up a rental car – he was going to Nice for two days – got back, quickly walked the dogs and spent the rest of Thursday preparing for Thursday night’s class. It was worth it though – you should have seen my handout. It was great. Pictures, diagrams, instructions… the works!!
To avoid further neglect, Granny came to class with me that night, but she joined in with an English conversation class in the other room and spent the evening entertaining the French ladies in that class. Just as well; my class was mayhem. We had a lot to get through… checking up the homework assignment… discussing how to jazz up blogs… how to generate traffic… how to use Facebook and Twitter to generate traffic. We got through it all but I think there were a few scrambled brains in the classroom by the end (mine included!).
The moral of the story? I need three classes to cover my material and that’s what I’ll plan on next time.
So that was Thursday. On Friday we went shopping in Apt and then I wrote up notes for my class and sent them out.
You will notice the horses haven’t been mentioned. I was in need of a horse-fix on Friday, so I dropped in to see them on the way home from shopping and we swapped apples for hugs. Tomorrow, I said…
But on Saturday the rental car had to be returned and there was talk of spending time doing something with my nearest and dearest. The LSH is about to go away for a week (he’s off to Paris Photo, very exciting!) and won’t see Granny again before she leaves. How about going to Sisteron? I suggested. The YD and Ash went there during the summer and came back raving about it.
So the horses were put on hold again and we went off to Sisteron.
What an utterly stunning place. The town of Sisteron rises from one side of the flat, wide valley of the Durance river and climbs up a steep hill which is topped by an impressive Citadel.
On the other side, an other-wordly crag sweeps down to the river, creating a natural gate across the valley. You can see why it’s been a critical defense point for centuries.
We ate lunch with the above view and then went exploring through the town, finally making our way up to the Citadel. Granny opted to stay in the car – a wise move, as it turned out. The citadel is like a cross between a set from Lord of the Rings and an Escher print. There are stairs and tunnels everywhere – not a good environment for an arthritis sufferer.
It was at this point that I started thinking of Escher :
The battlements at the very top :
Looking North towards Grenoble :
Looking down at some of the military buildings.
This tunnel was amazing. Every little spot of light is from a tiny window and every tiny window contained a cannon once-upon-a-time. There were lots and lots of stairs, too.
We want to go back again soon, before winter really sets in. We’d like to spend more time exploring the Citadel and have a good wander around the town itself, so we’re hoping to go for a weekend. Not sure when, though!
So that was Saturday. Sunday I was absotively, posilutely going to ride, no matter what. I headed off to the farm at 9.30am. There was light rain falling in Céreste. By the time we got to the top of the hill, where the farm is located, it was coming down in sheets and it was grey and foggy and windy. Two wet, muddy horses looked at me in horror when they saw me. I could practically hear “You must be joking, Mum!!”
I agreed with them. It would have been anything but fun.
Finally, on Monday morning, I got my horse fix when I rode out with MC. It was a beautiful morning, with the first snow of the year visible on the distant Alps.
We did a new route that I hadn’t seen before – part of it passes along the edge of a little gorge. It was all very scenic and the trails were comparatively un-stony.
We even managed a little canter at one point!
I felt good afterwards!
Now my plan is to ride either Aero or Flurry every day for the rest of the week. Fingers crossed it doesn’t fall apart, but there’s yoga on Wednesday, taking Granny to the airport on Friday and spending quality time with her between now and then…

