The plunging mountains mean any journey is long and arduous. The local breed of short legged horse, the Mérens, are the best for travelling in this terrain. [My story takes place in 1813].
Villages are small and situated by one of the many fast flowing streams.
The weather changes suddenly. Sunshine gives way to violent thunderstorms with plenty of snow in winter.
One of the towns along the river Garbet, [whisper it low] is Seix. The picture above is the castle, now a museum of local life. A range of recipes for such things as badger stew and crow pie, suggest a degree of poverty in the area in days gone by.
The magical Lake of Béthmale, with water of a striking blue-green.
A local house with the typical 'stepped' roof, which is a defence against heavy snow.