|The ochre cliffs at Roussillon.|
|Some of my husband's collection of earth colours.|
My husband is an artist with a profound interest in the history of colours - and of course those that can be found locally - so when in France two years ago, Roussillon was red-flagged for a visit.
Red - or rather red-ochre - is the operative word and the cliffs that once provided the hilltop town with employment, are not merely spectacular for the shapes created by wind erosion, but for their colour, which has almost literally, painted the town red.
|The ochre-dusted town.|
|Landforms eroded by the wind.|
|Yellow ochre cliff looms high above the forest.|