| We had already had good views of the Zavianni Valley with its
braided river from other walks and today the route took us part of
the way up the river, with a couple of river crossings. Just after we
had passed a Borgo (abandoned village) we turned off onto a wide
zig-zagging track. At a second Borgo a grassy area provided the
ideal spot for 'first lunch'. Before long we reached the road, which
we quickly left to continue on a grassy track, and met the other
group who were heading in the opposite direction. Walking along
mainly narrow tracks we reached the wind farm which we had seen from
a distance, and stopped for our 'second lunch'. A short road
walk provided a clear view of Rocca
Novara - a very rocky upturned pudding basin! A recent landslip
needed care to avoid slipping on the loose scree but this was
quickly behind us and a grassy climb brought is to a col where a
short break was taken before our climb. The route turned out to be
quite easy to navigate and it wasn't long before we reached the
summit. The views soon began to disappear as the mist closed in and
a short shower resulted in a brilliant rainbow being seen close by.
As we descended the mist followed us and by the time we reached the
col there was no sign of the summit! We made a swift descent down an
easy track to the road where the
hotel bus picked us up. |
Zavianni Valley
Time to play!
Bedstead fence!
A helping hand to cross the river . . .
then Al shows how it is done (it's easy when you have long legs!)
A couple of horses decide not to join us
The first Borgo . . .
one of Mussolini’s experimental inter-war villages which are all
abandoned
The group takes a break as Al checks out the route
A strange bird - or an unusual fungus
Heading for the second Borgo . . .
past a flock of sheep . . .
and a good spot for our 'first lunch'
I think we've seen this group before!!!!
Time to catch up on the morning's activities
The wind farm where we stop for 'second lunch'
Rocca Novara is getting closer . . .
and nearer . . .
and even nearer
But first we have to cross the landslip
A dung beetle rolls a lump of dung!
Rocca Novara from the col . . .
and on the summit . . .
before the rain starts
And after the rain a brilliant rainbow
Back on the col and the mist has closed in