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Pau is a beautiful city with much to offer and if you don’t feel like driving and searching for a parking space - take the train.


It has much to offer including its Grand Prix held each May.

Easier than walking

Just across the road from Pau station is the little funicular built in 1904 and restored in 1978.  It will deliver you up to the Boulevard des Pyrenees and save a climb.

Boulevard des Pyrenees

Glorious views across to the mountains and many restaurants.  A perfect spot for lunch or a grand stand view of the racing below.

Formula 3000

The oldest city racing circuit in the world which held the first Grand Prix in 1901.

Grand Prix Historique

A chance for many wonderful old cars from a bygone age to take to the streets.

The train arrived and left bang on time and the 40 minute journey was a pleasure.  Everywhere is fresh green at this time of year and the views of the mountains early in the trip are delightful.  We made a mental note to make the journey in winter when the trees will be bare and the mountains snow covered as we think this will be stunning.

Letting the train take the strain

Ever since we arrived Richard has been keen to take a trip on the little train that runs from Oloron-Sainte-Marie to Pau. A day off was called for so here was his chance.


We left the car at the station which in common with most French railway stations offers free parking – how civilised is that? We purchased our tickets for €6 which naturally included a discount for being over 60.  The charming lass in the ticket office was kind enough to ask if we qualified which I think was very kind as it is fairly obvious from the look of us that we most certainly do!

Then when I try and use my initiative on the digging front, I get shouted at and told to stop.


How was I supposed to know that the weedy thing that appeared where she was working yesterday was a Kiwi?  What the heck is a Kiwi anyway?   I thought it was someone from New Zealand – just goes to show how wrong a chap can be.


I tried to make amends by sitting on it to warm it back up and that just brought more grief”

‘Help’ in the Garden

Whenever I venture into the garden,I am ably assisted by the big chap, Djason, who is however still struggling to understand his role as trainee gardener.  You can easily see his confusion when shouted at for digging…


“I just cannot get it right.  When they were planting those trees or making a trench for the soil pipe they encouraged me to dig, telling me I am a good dog and to keep digging.



So guilty she cannot meet my eye


Our strawberries looked as though they would be ready sample shortly and we were patiently watching the early fruits ripen.  Tomorrow and they should be perfect but low and behold by tomorrow they had disappeared.  Sighing we resolved to be quicker off the mark while blaming the many birds who share the garden with us.


In the following days and weeks all the fruit in the garden disappeared the moment it was ready to pick.  This time we blamed the multitude of snails that live in the wall.


Eventually however the culprit was unmasked.  Working in the garden and happening to glance across and I saw Nia, our little rescue dog, balanced on the wall delicately helping herself to the perfectly ripe strawberries.  Since then we have watched her contently wandering along the fruit bed selecting whichever fruit took her fancy – raspberries, blueberries and red currants to name but a few.


Only fruit on trees out of reach have survived her desire to follow a healthy five a day diet so the nectarines and crab apples are safe for now at least.  Fingers crossed we are waiting to see if the melons prove too much for her to tackle.

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