There was a dramatic change in the weather overnight. We woke up to low cloud and fog hanging in the valley and a thick drizzle. We packed the tent and headed into the village for breakfast and supplies. While in the cafe it grew worse and by the time we set out it was properly wet.
We spent a high proportion of the day climbing small wooded roads in varying intensities of rain. Views were limited by the cloud, but I really enjoyed this southern part of the Cevennes. It was incredibly remote, with small impoverished villages miles apart in the forest.
Helen spotted a restaurant at lunchtime – and it was a life saver. We spent ages in the warm and dry over yet another duck and chips. Here we decided to shorten the day, since the climbing was non stop and we were getting tired. And camping in the wet did not seem attractive. On reaching the yet-to-be-gentrified, fortified village of Le Salvetat, the tourist office booked us into a basic b&b just up the road.