This incident deserves a few words more than six, sorry about that. It happened in the south of France a couple of weeks ago. While my lazy family were rolling over in their hotels beds I went on a hike to an old watch tower up on a hill. I followed the road, verified on google maps and komoot. Half way up the hill the road was blocked for cars due to the fire hazard because of the hot, dry weather. Fair enough but this added about an hour to my originally planned hike and I started to accept the idea that I might not go all the way. I parked the car and started.

I soon came across signs that said “private road” and “no access” but I trusted the maps and went on. There was a house nestled amongst the trees. And then a pack of dogs came running towards me. Admittedly, two of them were old, slow and overweight but the three others came pounding at me at high speed, barking loudly. One nipped my hip and I needed no more convincing.

I turned around. It took me half an hour to reach my car, closely guarded by the black dog who had made contact. He wasn’t threatening, not really, but he was there and accompanied me to the parking area.

I never reached the Tour de la Massane.

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