From Clermont-Ferrand I climbed up the surrounding mountains. It was steep hills, a hard climb to do with 20 kilo on your back. But with some determination and aimless swearing I reached the top eventually.
As the city and its suburbs disappeared and got replaced by a thick forest; rain started falling.
It struck me as a bit wierd that in the end of December at an altitude of some 1000+ meters it’s raining and not snowing. But as I’ve heard from all around Europe it has been a warm winter.
But as the sun set it was probably better – because walking at night up the side of a mountain in a forest wouldn’t have been easier if it also was ice on the ground