Pilgrimage decamp @ Cahors, Midi-Pyrénées. Pt.5.

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Pilgrimage decamp @ Cahors, Midi-Pyrénées. Pt.5.

Yesterday? The phone died as the sun reached the azure in all its hues. So I could walk a number of fifteen kilometres from Puy l'Eveque to Vire-sur-Lot over the Lot at le Port de Vire and north along the D58, such a coincidence I dare not discuss it now! With gathering momentum I reached Duravel and stopped for quiche, eau and to run out of money with no cashpoint in sight. After a quick bowel change, oil change if you will, I looked no further for the 25cent I was then short of for the bus and decided to continue my path back along the main route to Puy I'Eveque all along consider how to financially live out my current deposition in Lot/Cahors.

In Vire-sur-Lot, after five kilometres through generous vines left and right, south and north, gauche et droit I looked for an elusive Chateau I had seen pointed to twice but not come to! I came to a conclusion of a one third Way on this journey: Chateau de Hauterive. Up this gravel drive I trundled with crickets calling me forward, feet after foot, fleeing those sun rays around 2pm: a straw trilby protecting a baldy pate.

... Et older ... Welcomed my solitary footsteps and accepted my Northern tones in generosity of soul/spirit/Saint Jacques way. We discussed the age old question of the age of the vines required to produce 100% malbec 'prestige' and ponder rose, everyday and ponder Chemin de Compostelle and the blend of malbec and viognier working well at a price to loop the loop skip the skip; slipping and gliding; truff la la!

The last leg of my walk back to Puy l'Eveque was under duress of vacant bowels and a hitching thumb and a many heavy trucks bound east; bouncing and trembling my wake as I considered being crushed along the hardshoulder to be seen squashed for years to be.co.me. Ambered.Angered.Out!

In the long sun I waited post eau and banane with impatient youngsters on 50cc, who vanished soon without stepping onto 916 unto Cahors.

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