I was in desperate need of a break from my translation project. [Nearly 12,000 words behind me, only another three thousand or so to go].
N came home to rescue me from my dictionaries and laptop, and brought me over the Tourmalet for a night of wild camping.
We set up our camp on the crest of a hill, overlooking the barn in Serris.
After dinner, we made hot chocolate and sat on the crest of the hill watching the sunlight drain from the sky, to be replaced by the lights of Bagnères and Tarbes.
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