Thursday February 12th 2015 Verzy, much more than 20 km.

This was the most beautiful day in a long time. Beautiful weather, totally clear sky, no wind. So one layer of clothing less. The Champagne vineyards are plenty pruned. I considered still to give directions about how to get the wine a little more acidic. ‘T was so beautiful, I did some filming. Fortunately my two dear friends Tosca and Leon showed misconduct right now, just like very often, so that I got a good opportunity to capture this on camera, including my cursing and pulling. Today there were no real highlights. Like usual I was anxious again about where I had to sleep tomorrow. Thanks to a range of Constance I’m saved again for Friday and Saturday night. Also Bri helped me again, for which I’m very gratefull. Also thanks to Martin, who offered me to go and sleep at his sister’s near Reims. Martin, you’re too good for this world. Just like I am ?!
Today no human voice during my road! Until I arrived at the chambres d’hotes, family Lallement, wine producer / seller and rooms renter. Across the street also is a company of a Lallement. Leon I could park on a municipal undeveloped piece of land, the Lallementstreet. What does that mean anyway, Lallement? My landlady, mrs. Lallement therefore called, all sorts of sisters, cousins and relatives for a pasture for Leon, but they would all had turned on the answering machine, because they were pruning. Tonight you can put your horse in the garden, right at the terrace of your apartment. There is little grass. You can also bring him to our own meadow, 2 km. away. I wasn’t really in the mood for that. Has too often happened to me. I told the landlady that I would look for a meadow myself. Moments later, I had Leon a few hundred meters further tied on a public field so he could eat some. Finally, at 20 pm, I was just making my tractor meal by pouring boiling water, there is a knock. Entrez! The landlady with a younger lady. Were they going to help me fill my oversized suite? We have a place for your horse. Yes, shoot, I just looked after him, gave him concentrates, while Leon was tied on a meadow on a long rope. I just wanted to eat, orden the logistics, shower. Is it far away, I ask. No, just above the village. I didn’t know how big this village is. But a gift horse you can not look in the mouth. Will he have a stable? Is there grass or hay and water? Can I get him from the meadow in the morning without asking? Yes, everything was there and everything was possible. Allez then, I leave the young lady, socializing the mountain in an awfully dark Champagne. Where does this walk end? I already walked 25 km. today. At last, after a few km. walking, we arrived at her house. Leon was kept indoors next to a couple of fellows, got straw, hay, concentrated feed and water. And I? I could leave again. May be I had better left Leon on the lawn of the landlady, 2 km. further, where I could have picked him up any time I’d wanted. Or rather leave him in the garden next to my appartment,than walking 2 more km. I still believe that there is a difference between men and women. In any case, also in terms of spatial awareness. Because it’s already getting late I stop. Has yet to answer a few text messages, wash clothes. The evenings are busy. The offer the landlady, to taste tonight their wine, I unfortunately could not accept. I still have that little poison bottle with morellenbrany that I got a few days ago. It helps you sleep well.

finally I tried a selfie . Vast fields with Tosca hare hunting Leon beside his stable last night, alongside the bulls. Just like I used to !!