A massive perturbation laying across our region brought overcast skies and drizzle scuppering any thoughts of flying, so after a relaxed lunch JB suggested that we set off for a walk in the mountains north of Gap, in the shadow of Pic de Bure from a little village called Rabou. We were joined by 2 Dutch guys , a German and an English lady from Parham who's father was a regular visitor to La Motte.
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| Call me Charles Atlas |
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| We were up there in gliders the other day |
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| Park here. |
