Lavender's blue dilly dilly

Back late yesterday evening after a lovely two days in the hills, first at Valensole and then on the Montagne de Lure, which we had hiked over (more than three decades ago). The lavender fields were, well, lavender coloured: almost boring after a while, and on a massive, industrial scale that took away part of the charm. Occasional imperfections, such as a splash of bright red poppies, gave grounds to forgive. The Lure, on the other hand, was as massive and steep sided as we remembered it. Boy, we must have been fit then...