19 Back Home

Well, here I am back at home. Mrs Sixwheeler very kindly picked me up from the station late on Friday evening and I must say that I was very happy to be home. I ended up with forty five minutes waiting at Reading Station which is a bleak place and after the heat of the…

18 The Last Lap

Up and away in good time and bought a couple of croissants for the journey. French Rail seems pretty straight forward. My train arrived on time, was clearly marked and left on time. It was clean and comfortable, the announcements were clear and backed up with a digital display and it arrived five minutes early.…

17 Homeward Bound

A certain melancholy descends with the realisation that I have reached the end of this part of my journey and that today is the first part of my journey home. As to the walking, the grind is behind me and what I believe to be the best part starts from here and lies ahead. I…

16bis The Mighty Organ!

The oddest things sometimes happen. This afternoon I visited the Abbey in St Guilhem and just as I had walked in the organ started playing. Now I’m an absolute sucker for church organ music so I sat down and enjoyed it. I believe it was someone practicing or having a lesson. Anyway very enjoyable. Fast…

16 Last Day Walking

After a comfortable but noisy night, there was a mouse (??) under the floorboards trying to eat its way into my room, I was away early. In fact my earliest start for my shortest day. Sky completely cloud covered and quite cold which was a nice change. Easy walking on good tracks and only one…

15 Nearly There

I must start by saying a few words about where I stayed last night. I chose Le Gite Aux Temps d’Une Pause (Chez Cathy) almost by chance from the Miam Miam Dodo guide that lists the accommodation and other facilities along the Way. As it turned out I could hardly have chosen better. From the…

14 Auto Stop

In 1964 as part of a series called ‘Play For Today’ one of the plays was called Auto Stop (the French for hitch hike). It was about an English student hitch hiking in Europe, or “The Continent” as we used to call it. My uncle Ronnie watched it and mentioned it the next time we…