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…
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.…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
I may offend someone here, it’s not intentional and if I do I apologise. Today I went to church. Not just to look at it but actually went to church. Wherever I go I like to visit churches. They are usually interesting, sometimes magnificent, often beautiful and sometimes moving. And on a hot day they…
I doubt that much could be nicer than a fine early autumn day in Montpellier. No rush to get up; a leisurely breakfast and some time spent in preparation and off I go. To the Tourist Office for a map, then a coffee as I needed a table to fold it on. First stop was…
I’m sure that when I get home people will ask me about the actual route of this journey. If anyone asked specifically I would suggest starting from Montpellier. By all means visit Arles which is beautiful and purists will want to visit the Abbey at St-Gilles-du-Gard, but the countryside between frankly isn’t great. From Arles…
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