There were more forests, with red squirrels, black beetles and a fox hurrying across the road with a small rabbit in its mouth.
I liked Duclair, a riverside port and home to one of the few remaining "BACs" that ferry cars across the Seine. There wasn't time to stop at the apparently-wonderful abbey at St-Wandril and I didn't stagger into Caudebec-en-Caux until six o'clock.
It's now late and I need to dash off to Tancarville on another long day's walk.
Hi Simon
ReplyDeleteIt's Paula here at last! I have finally tracked this space down - and have really enjoyed reading your account. Fronm now on I'll check it daily! It's hard work isn't it? But such an amazing expereince......glad you have got into the 'one day at a time' expereince - when it's hard to imagine what else there is to do except get up, pack up, have breakfast,put on those boots and go.....apart from having a lie in of course.
my first 6 days of the SW coast path was tough but good. I found walking with my stuff OK - but I was more tired in the evenings than I have ever been on a long distance walk before. So I won't need that many books in futre.....and like you I jettisoned some things on the way - shower gel, unused guide books etc. My shin muscles grew so big I couldn't do up my ski boots when I went to the Snowdome a week after I got back.
I'm enjoying your reflections - and the wonderful quotations!
keep putting one foot in front of the other.....
They are knocking down a wall inside my house next week so I may come out to join you.....
Love
Paula