A rebel without a clue.

Seven o'clock and all is very well. Another day on the Way, but the final one - for now. As I close the chapter on Germany, for now, as a means to walk the Jakobsweg there is still many ways in France which I am yet to set foot. In the north west, Brittany and Normandy, are areas I've not set foot for a long time! In Normandy it was 2013 and Brittany the summer of 2000 with French Life a very shady tent and caravan enterprise: didn't I work ridiculous hours to montage those bloody tents all over Brittany? Regularly drivers in rural France stop to offer me a lift forward. It is characteristic of French hospitality, but, even when it's raining, it's hard to say yes! Yesterday was one of the few times I said yes and was deposited in Kédange Sur Canner a little less drenched! Just now, on the way between St Hubert and Vigy (when I'd decided against the dog leg presented on the Chemin and followed the B road direct from Hombourg and Vigy) anot...

It rained so heavily all day and I had no means of escape. The way was probably quite beautiful, but I had no shelter from the deluge. Once I finally found the bed, and between Anne-Marie and myself made it as warm as possible, I didn't leave it until about six when I went to find something warm to eat! It won't be a late night I'm sure that once I've eaten I'm over and out. Just one more day left until Metz and this stupidity is over. During the walk today I felt alert and focused, even in the intense bursts, and I knew I'd find nothing open in this area of rural Lorraine just focused on reaching Kédange Sur Canner. However I've suddenly got a lot of strange mucus building up in my left nostril which, once blown, is intensely sticky and a little brown not green. It's not continual so it's probably nothing: my head's probably caving in! Hasty kebab and speedy march back up the Rue to No. 5. There is a warm bed and a book to read for a...