It is a perfect day for walking, after the initial hike up the hill out of the town, it is very flat. >>>
I walk along the valley of an old river bed passing lakes and monster watering systems. The Camembert has run out and I am now trying to be good and eat a squashed banana with my lunchtime baguette. Today I meet absolutely no one until the village just before the Gite.

At the Gite I am joined by a French couple Annie and Pierre. After sorting ourselves out with showers and laundry I am joined by Annie and then Pierre to sit outside in the warm evening sun. With Annie's  English we are able to pool resources for food that evening. As the farm is a duck farm mostly into Foie Gras, we end up with duck soup + other bits.

Before dinner we are given a tour of the ducks being fed for Foie Gras. I had been reading my book on French culture ('60 Million Frenchmen can't be wrong' an interesting and easy read) that very evening on the subject of attachment to the land, so I understood their apparent interest and I tagged along suspecting I wouldn't like what I saw.

The process is the ducks have 16 weeks to wander about and have fun, then get 12 days in cages where they are forced fed. You can decide for yourselves if you approve or not.