Merdé

I've been heading in the wrong direction for half an hour. Nothing left to do but cross direct to the correct Way! But through freshly ploughed fields in drizzle. Bugger me with a fish fork! All just to give me peace of mind! But somehow I feel exhilaration as I shake mud off the soles of my feet! That's why I re-treated them this morning.

Met a fellow pilgrim in the Convent. It's his first and he's come from home, near to Nice. I've wished him Buen Camino as he's going as direct as possible and I'm slogging through muddy fields instead! Good luck Thierry!