A rebel without a clue.

The heavens have opened and we've a thunderstorm. Not since the second étape (stage) from Capestang did I see rain, but then it was overwhelmingly heavy, it continued until Carcassonne to a lesser degree. So nine days until this! I'm so glad I'm comfortable, dry, showered, clean and not dripping. Dinner isn't until seven tonight so there must be a break in this? Some things are just impossible to overcome, and must be accepted, out comes the rainware. Two Chasseurs went out just prior to the storm to head up into the mountains to shoot their guns, perhaps they'll return soaked and gored by the stag they're after? The owner of the Chambre d'hôtes seems a bit suspicious of them, but I know hunting is a way of life in France: as long as they don't shoot the animal without any consideration to what will be done with the carcass? This village, Juzet-d'Izaut, has a charcuterie (du Cagire) along the road from here - the area is below the mountain Pic du Ca...

October is here. The year is nearing its end and it'll soon be the winter solstice. The weather is about to change here too. Later today there will be thunderstorms and heavy rain, but I expect to be done for today by then? This morning I've eaten two eggs and home made baked beans, made last night, as I'm bored of bread and jam. Done and dusted so I depart for yonder mountains: it's not yet sunrise and outside there is a breeze. The silence of the mountains. The only sound the rustling of leaves, the buzzing of flies, the faraway call of a bird and the swish of a falling leaf! The old couple were ahead of me and I don't understand that at all. Coming down of the mountain trail Deer Keds are everywhere; I am beginning to look forward to the lowlands! All this forest, with the majestic beech trees growing tall, has many threats to one's sanity! The first "Hameu" for sometime and it has a mineral spring flowing: refreshing and cool, enough to push me...