A rebel without a clue.

Bingo Bongo. As I follow the northern flowing, counterwise, of La Saâne, I leave an Auberge with a stomach full to its limited capacity with a proper Menu le Jour - the first full meal of the way I am walking. Lots of calories after 5 hours in increasing heat and humidity, with no idea where I am going (except towards La Seine)? The cows are spread out on the ground, where it is cooler, and I think I've another 3 hours heading towards that well known, and often eulogized, La Seine.

After the best repas last night I slept completely until just gone five and looked outside to a misty morning: opening the windows there was a welcome, but cold, breeze. Suddenly the temperature has dropped to June perfect and I've booked a flight back tomorrow! If only €200 could stretch until Monday I know I could continue. The damaged left foot is getting less swollen and less immovable, the coastline is beautiful: if there is such a truth? Monet painted along the coastline here so there must be something about the light? If I dip further in to debts, which I am meant to clear come September (and my main Camino experience after school holidays), it will mean I have this concern on top of the many trillions of other seeming nothings in my mind, ruminating. Funny thing is I haven't been asked to dog sit Archie yet, which is probably just the fact Iskara and David are exceptionally busy all the time, so I can't rely on the potential help to clear the outstanding prior to Se...