One of the many things that I often check is the weather forecast. All morning rain. Bah! Until now those tiny little showers didn’t bother me much. The little rain I got here mostly has been drizzling rain, although torrential rains happen here also, given the frequent floods I accounter. Fortunately I didn’t experience those. 

Last night frost again. Today nice weather. In the open field it gradually gets cloudy and a cold wind is blowing. Then the pleasant temperature is gone immediately. The weather gets nasty. Again mostly asphalt roads followed by a still very beautiful landscape, many small forests, rivers, the occasional hamlet, an old farm. Advantage of 

We have become tough: Today “only” 22 km., So no hurry. Last night I worked till late checking on my ipad today’s route, looking for accommodation addresses, updating my blog a bit, so again I stayed up too late. This must be compensated for, so I do not wake up when the roosters start crowing, 

Yves got up at the same time I did, made coffee, layed the table, made breakfast and put extra bread for me on the table to take with me. Because Patricia all week had to get up at 5 she stayed in the bed and slept a little longer. Yves helped picking up Leon, who 

Shoes wearing out  Almost at Solignac, abbey on top   Pilgrims inn is closed and in disrepair  All-day drizzling. Continuously up- and downhill and fortunately a rather evident route. I no longer follow the described and more or less marked voie de Vezelay, also called the route to Santiago. I did not feel like slogging through 

Up at 6. At 7 in the dark I hit the road. Because it’s dark I do not find the route through fields and forest, so I’d rather stay on the road, the N21. I hope the first hour there will not be much traffic and I then I’ll make good progress with my 30 

After a good and cozy breakfast with Menno and Jet I said goodbye to them. An excellent lunch was put in my hand. In the meantime Gonnie and Niek, who live several tens of kilometers from here, arrived. Gonnie and I walked and talked all day together. “Lunch” in a bus house full of cobwebs. 

Boys and girls, shit happens, miracles too! I’m sitting here like a prince in the cushions, at Henrietta and Menno Westra’s and their three lovely children aged 9 to 12 j. Address 24800 Thiviers, which is still in la douce France, of course. They are so kind to give me two days of shelter and 

    After a quiet breakfast with Pascal and Marie-Luce Olive I first checked with their help for quite a while my itinerary for the rest of the week. Pascal arranged a farrier for Leon, of course Leon. Le Marechal Ferrant, French for blacksmith, beautiful new word I learned, will come Saturday morning at 9