La vie à la petite ferme: Walk to The Lac Bleu

The walk in words
We have been having some lovely weather here. It is sunny, but not as hot as it was (there are some rainy days inbetween the sunny days but let's ignore them).
We went for a beautiful walk to the Lac Bleu (there must be hundreds of lakes in the mountains called this).
It is probably the longest walk we have had since coming here taking about 6 hours for the round trip (including an hour for lunch by the lake). The climb is pretty sustained with no real flat bits. You start off with a climb through the woods, a slightly gentler bit as you come out the woods and then gets steeper and steeper until you come out to a beautiful blue lake at the top.
Doug went for a swim in the lake, we couldn't persuade Poppy that she is designed to swim with webbed paws. Doug says it was most pleasant, rather like swimming in an ice cube. Poppy went a bit mad when Doug dived in and started doing her funny puppy bark, perhaps trying to intimidate the lake that had eaten her great leader. She was very excited about paddling around but would not go out of her depth. She also managed to try to breathe underwater and doesn't seem to know that she doesn't need swimming lessons or safety floats to get her started.
We took cheese and bread with us. The bread was lovely fresh baked and of course tasted even better than usual after a stiff climb.
On the way down there was a giant flock of sheep (hundreds of them probably) being herded down the path behind us. They must have made it across the little hanging bridge somehow although we didn't see it and ended up in a field at the bottom. We kept moving as we didn't want to be added to the flock and sent to the abatoir!!

The walk in pictures