A rebel without a clue.

It went on and on. Apart for a couple of water stops I plunged on until, behold, a huge lake spread out before me. Then it was curving to right down from the hill and then left into Le Pin. Once I arrived everything was closed and the streets were quiet, except for one girl going passed on a bike who I hollered and she, Katherine, did what she could to try find to me a place to stop. The only option really is the Accueil Pelerin further along the Way, (and a bit back up these hills). €30 for a very comfortable room, but there was no chance of dinner (usually), however as it a Dimanche, and nothing will reopen this evening (and I'm not moving another muscle), he said don't worry. At seven I've chicken, potatoes and rice and a provençal sauce, a Danone vanilla dessert, some welcome (slightly dry) bread and a nice piece of a goats cheese. The host, who speaks no English, has been excellent - he also dropped me a couple of beers to quench my thirst - Kronenbourg - and sorted to...

The worst thing about Brexit is the utter silence of the Shelob at the centre of the web of deception: QE2, however some think she is without skin, blood or bone! Signposters for the Chemin in France take note: I much prefer to see the distance to walk in kilometres rather than hours. Time is such a subjective experience that I feel I am due to walk forever when, with the distance measurement, I feel at ease. Had a break to rebalance my body. Only 7.5kms to Le Pin, back up a steep incline. Much food was consumed as a swarm of flies descended to the Eglise. Symbolic of what I don't know, as I saw not a soul at Valencogne? The door to the church stood wide open, but no-one came out or went in, including me, then I dropped an avocado seed and it too rolled away from the church. Only the flies, avocado peel and tomato core remained to litter this empty space.

Overslept, but I think I needed it. It's a bit icy this morning. On the road side verges. Added logs every so often, as I was chilly in that big house alone, and applied a bellows to keep the wood smoldering. Donativo this place. Jolanda and Jean-Michel fine people, but I only had €12 left. Think I was talking their heads off. Jolanda understands more English, and we could jump a little to German, but JM went running for dictionary most times. We realized we both have issues with pronunciation. So funny I thought it was just one way! La Massotte. 31st March. April fool's Day tomorrow. Pay attention - England look at what you are doing? Please come together for everyman, as divided we fall to tyranny and much worse. Please awaken to the reality that we are united as people not divided as states! I have been trying to distance myself from Brexit as I recall the shock of the morning after the vote. In St Ives, Cornwall, they overwhelmingly voted to leave, but then worried that E...