|Le Puy to Condom - Day 8|
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Golinhac to Conques - 22k
I slept fitfully and I think everyone in the room got up in the middle of the night. I am fed up of being surrounded by the smell of sweaty socks, .....the bad news is the socks....and smell are mine!
Even when they
are washed they are disgusting. The Camembert is now three days old and
I have to say that the socks are firmly in the lead on the stink stakes.
I think there is something bad emanating from my trainers.
breakfast I joined two girls who had noticed me talking English the
night before. Veronique is French, but her English was excellent having
spent 6 years in UK at university and then with a French bank in UK. Elisabeth is German, retired
from a senior position in the German Employment system, her English came
from spending 2 years in England a number of years ago. Both had a
lively sense of humour and I was pleased to join them on the
The day was also a big change for me as it was 30% shorter than I was used to, so it was a pleasant to lose the ‘onwards’ bit from my life. Something I needed to think about for the future of this walk.
Eventually we come to Conques, all the people I
meet talk about what a special place it is ….and they are right. First
of all it is very small, but has clung to the hill side ever since a
hermit found the place in the 8C…The current Abbey dates from the 11C &
is a beautiful simple design
I fortunately had my own room as the socks & Camenbert were now working together to form a lethal gas. Seeking guidance from my new friends Veronique suggested a pharmacist might be able to help.
After a quick shower I drew one of the two sketches of the trip from the chapel of St Foy on a hill in the distance. Sitting in the pleasant evening sun light a peaceful moment on a pleasant day.
I met the team again for dinner,
which was a fish terrine, followed by a Sheppard's pie with by an Apple flan