The croisillon is the wooden frame of the donkey pack saddle. It has just been repaired by my friend Carl after Morris broke it on Monday. He had been tied onto the croisillon, worn by his mother Rubi, and as we were walking into Finestrat Morris did his usual drama act and refused to walk over metal manhole covers… He pulled the lead rope tight and broke the croisillon.
Now it has been completely renovated and I have been cleaning all the leather straps and pannier bags. I am hoping to walk Matilde for a few days soon, just a circuit around the local hills and mountain paths.