During this spring, we were two action to safeguard local heritage.

On Sunday 31 March, Friends of the Cross San Marti invited us to join them to work in Priourat Tautavel. Paul Louis Le Moigne was mobilizing troops to participate in the clearing of Priourat. Beautiful day at the foot of the cliff of Saint-Martin accompanied & rsquo; Asmoursat around a grill and wine.

Saturday 4 and Sunday 5 mai, heading refuge Vingrau.

L & rsquo; call Bruno Colla and GEQO 66 was heard. The shelter Vingrau suffered a heavy attack by borers. The woodwork of the roof turns to dust. Climbers department, d & rsquo; others from further afield (Ariege, Haute Garonne) joined Bruno and Jerome for laying d & rsquo; a new frame. We met climbers from all backgrounds. Ghislaine, Nadine, Mylène, Gerard, Philippe, Jacques, Michel, Michel, Jean-Marie, Thomas, Alain,.. friends, cross familiar faces at the foot d & rsquo; a cliff, non-federated, people from the department clubs (CAF Perpignan, CAF Prades, Préhistoroc)… C & rsquo; is always a pleasure to see familiar faces that we had not seen for a long time.

As d & rsquo; hab, we find ourselves in the & rsquo; hairpin under the cliffs of Vingrau. Rene waiting with a truck full of equipment required for the rehabilitation of shelter. Equipment funded by the municipality of Vingrau whose elected was immediately enthusiastic about the project presentation. pell-mell, found in bene, planks, joists, battens, cement bags, timber treatment, geotextile roll and other hardware… that & rsquo; it will be necessary transport beyond the collar. The teams are formed. The waterwheel set off. And like ants, everyone goes back and down the path leading to the shelter. Alone or in team, each strategy.

Once past the & rsquo; addictive pain d & rsquo; a strap that hurts your back, d & rsquo; a beam that t & rsquo; overwrites the deltoid, messy memories return. This block which bar you the way and surprise you every time you walked down running, repu par beautiful climbs, sunburned and drained by the Tram. But that s & rsquo; was before :-)… The first steps in climbing accompanied the first frights, tightening the buttocks above the point that was always too far… The first major ways, the first poses nuts… Late eighties, there was little practice sites in the department. The information on ways (location, cote, equipment to take, etc…) is gleaning the meetings will make at the foot of pebbles. Last resort, you were entitled to a wild card by going to ring the blue house (it is actually white and green), with at & rsquo; input a swing attached to the first branch of & rsquo; a fig tree, Millere the street. No topo available, even less & rsquo; fingertips Internet. Evenings at shelters… This day with Sylvain at George in the snow… Arrived at the shelter, you go out of your torpor and you're surprised & rsquo; be already happened.

The roof of the shelter has been redone by Belgians in the early ninety years. I had just spent the tray. Every time you borrowed the path that leads to different sectors, you took some tiles that you rode. Step by step, step after step, day after day, tiles reached the refuge. Almost thirty years after, grrr already, the roof is in disrepair, having been damaged by time, or the agitations of people who went dancing above…

Saturday, the roof is already bare. the day before, Bruno and his raya have already dismantled all. The beams are damaged, many tiles are broken, leaving presaged that & rsquo; it will also go up. Guided by Captain Noah, each s & rsquo; agitated to work best in this arch finds life. Bruno has abandoned for a moment the cord in favor of the hammer. I prefer the & rsquo; carpenter Joseph image, Thinking little Mary who I would drive later,in this renovated nursery. On this day, new beams are lifts, battens are assembled and protected by geotextile. The wood is treated. On Sunday, c & rsquo; is laying tiles and other finishes. The shelter has morflé, will miss three rows of tiles to finish. It will be soon.

Glad, the refuge was a third life. Déjà, Projects are échafaudent in everyone's head.

Venga on the splines of Vingrau !!!