It is nevertheless nice and warm in our attic. My twin beds was fine, but Servé’s antique mattress could have been a straw mattress: all mountains and valleys. He was less pleased with the night. Breakfast, along with our hostess. I use no pills, she said proudly. Everything was white frozen, blue sky. The animals 

This morning at an outside temp. around freezing point we were in the beautiful village of Roquefort. The cafe where we had gotten the key, was still closed. O.k., then we’ll just leave the key on the table in the front hall of the very poor mini inn where we had spent the night. After 

Servé’s first night. Yesterday to bed at 01 at night, mainly because of the late arrival, 11.45 p.m., of Servé. So this morning we rose slightly later than usual. It was raining like all hell, so no hurry. We had only 18 km. to go to Rock Fort. The average is 25 km. a day. 

In France 2nd Christmas Day is not celebrated. Is basically a normal working day, although many people don’t work today, because it just happens to be a Friday. Fortunately there is little traffic while I have to walk alone again and have to control everything with my 2 hands. Unfortunately my friend Constance is back 

Good Christmas wishes to everyone who reads this. The text messages do come in, but I can not send text messages. Especially JH & B and Desie / Yvonne and Marietje / T thanks for your SMS. I have not yet read the reactions to my blog. Breakfast table with our landlady Pierrette Bats. Her 

After a pleasant evening with Constance, Rudy, Bass and me with good food and drinking and discussion and stories we went to bed without having had much time for my blog. This morning some filming, among others, the departure of Constance, me and the two animals. We tried to find our way further north in 

  Upon departure half the convent was watching us to say goodbye. The nuns had never experienced a horse staying overnight in their nunnery . Leon did not disappoint them . Actually, I did not have to pay, because I walked for a good cause , viz. Mama Alice , but I still paid the 

Breakfast with Nadine and George  Con with butter press Butter press without Con. Looks like growing grass. The nice Roman style Chapelle de Sunarthe Cemetery of little church of Andrein. Here we meet cineasts Rudy and Bas Preparing for the future: lunch on top of a  tomb stone instead of underneath I left the horse 

Last night our landlady called everywhere to find a place for us in Sauveterre- – Béarn, 24 km. away from here. All in vain. Finally, we could book something in Guinarthe, which is 3 km. before Sauveterre. Not a word about the animals, because mentioning it implies a straight no answer in advance. Yesterday evening 

At 5:30 people started getting up, the freaks. Many start their pilgrimage to Santiago here. That means immediately kilometers uphill on steep, muddy trails in the mist and fog. An Irish man with long matted braids, had come hitch hiking from Ireland, through Wales, England and France, to continue now approximately 700 km. walking to