Walking through sunny lanes today

I was thinking, how could i get Mark out for lunch to play

Mark is looking at diet and watching his food

but not to turn up to his surprise tennis lunch

......would just be rude

We are off to the vide then the hillside beyond Monleon

when we reach the top there is a beautiful panorama

majestic as always and full of drama

below the forests stretch for mile after mile 

it leaves me breathless for quite some while

We climb up to Monlaur chapel tonight

the countryside is bathed in a pink, mauve and blue

from the top, the best in the Gers, an absolutely unadulterated view

for Milou she is just happy to leap and bound

ever alert to every rustle or new sound

I know i keep repeating, but the mountains are so very clear

it makes you think that thirty kilometres is also very near

you are only a brisk snow or ski ride away

not far with mates to go off and play

a bright sunny day for our marche noel

bric-a- brac and canny crafts to sell

a horse driven cart with two festive santas, excited children

full of cheer

baubles, bells and tinsel it is of course, that time of year

On the route we always take

you cannot see ten yards in front, 

let alone the other side of the lake.

after thirty minutes the fog lifts and all is revealing

clear again replaced by a magnificent blue ceiling

It must be the thrill of the chase

as up and down, up and down they race

Milou and the collie are one side of the fence

to us it may seem fruitless and make no sense

but they all seem to be having very great fun

and all are certainly getting a jolly good run