Monday 25th Gourette

The first section of my day's walk was very steeply up through the forest on the side of a deep gorge.
After emerging from the gorge and the trees the wiews were fantastic. The gorge opened out into a broad hanging valley, grazed by a herd of cattle.
I stopped for brunch were a side valley branched off. The French people I'd met just before  camping arrived here in the last light of the day, exhausted.
The path went gradually uphill then got steeper until the final section passef through snow fieldd to the Hourquette d'Arre, at 2465m, over 8200'.
After lunch and a rest taking in the views there was a steep descent to Lac Anglais, a popular spot to camp the night.
I was short of food and cloud was coming up the valley towards Gourette.
I was soon walking in fog with no views. Eventually arriving in the large ugly ski resort.
The campsite had closed, so after shopping I had a pizza and a couple of beers, then camped on a patch of level ground at the top of the village.
After midnight I was woken by a Pyreneen mountain dog, which barked at my tent for over an hour.
The sky had cleared and I could see the wonderful mountains that had been hidden by fog earlier.