It's a perfect day today. It might not have been if our French friends hadn't discovered where I had booked George and myself for tonight. I had miscalculated the towns as there is a Aumont- Aubrac and then just a Aubrac. I didn't realise that they were different so I had George and myself walking over 50 kms today until we got to our destination. I know there is no way that is possible so I was very grateful when we re- routed . We did meet one gite owner who ...

Day five The frantic buzz around the boulaingerie for the early morning purchase of the baguette is like a hive that has been agitated. The cars drive up and out jump the owners, run into the shop & out again in minutes with their purchase safely tucked under their arm. We stride in with confidence & place our order - amazing - we get our goods without it being opposite to what we put forward. I eye off the pastry delicacies that my father called 'ooey...