I tossed and turned and my knees hurt. It was not great. I got up for pages. After my interesting chat yesterday, today I made a commitment. Thy will be done. Along with walking today for Anne, this was my mantra. It took a while to leave this morning. I saw them again when I found my way to a boulangerie that was open so I could find my lunch. It was good, and decorated in some very appropriate bread art.
I crossed the river after descending the stairs to find the public toilet β nearly at river level. Inside the little chapel it was dim and musty, but I was drawn to the front where there was a coffin with a glass front with what looked like a small child inside β yes, a real, small, dead child.
To be honest, it was quite eerie. I walked out into the street, leaving this ancient, and creepy place, and found myself in the midst of renaissance buildings, the moon still in the sky. It really did now feel like I was walking into them. Looking at them, and soon in them.
It was warm but a little overcast, promising to rain in the afternoon, so I wanted to keep walking. I had many kilometres ahead of me β 20 or so, I think. The sweet smell of budleias, on a perfect, not sunny day for walking. Big slugs were on the path again as were big bales of hay plonked right in the way of probably wheeled transport rather than pilgrims.
The universal green movement. I passed a school with bright coloured buildings and walked through little towns, by very big pumpkins, very ladensome apple trees and barbed wire to keep wheeled things out. I found a nearly impassable fork where the dirt track left the road, but there was a huge tree down over the track.
