A rebel without a clue.

Things change. All things are constantly changing. As the dawn breaks (which it never does) over the day I am reminded no two moments are truly connected. Our perception links thinks together in what is seen as a gradual movement. Even evolution relies on mutation, which must be constant - if negligible - in our perceptional sense. The universe is changing constantly. *** I am a pilgrim. The penny dropped this morning. I was listening to an episode of In Our Time, the subject Medieval pilgrimage, and I saw that I am a modern day pilgrim. There is a spirit of pilgrimage which awoke in me when I first left Le Puy in May 2013. *** Two weeks since I left Limoges for Cahors. Only two weeks. It always seems forever when I am on el Camino. Yesterday I volunteered to help at the Practical Pilgrims Day in Manchester with Ultreia Mancunia on the 12th October which doing would give me a pilgrimage focus even when I am not on one? I feel I can give advice and support and anything else that might b...

I've reached my original destination. The lovely Condom in the rain - a soiled prophylactic. A wet Sunday afternoon in France in September... And I didn't get here in time for a Sunday lunch. But I've a demi Fischer and saucisson sec in the bar on the main square... And I am not drinking today? Laurent(Gîte le Relais Saint Jacques) is my host this evening - a non- communal/municipal/parish gîte. Private with a large and comfortable looking bed in the dormitory. Last night's bed was too short, with a very hard pillow and a haunting presence... It is done. I've got further than Cahors, on the GR65, at the second time of trying. To be honest the landscape after the Causses was very boring (maize, sunflowers, sorghum), muddy and up and down. It's a way, but it's just a little arbitrary at times as it connects 'interesting' places with nothing (and often not direct from a to b). Yesterday we were going south west then directly north to La Romieu... Which ...

Day four begins with me sat outside, in the cloisters, of the Salle á manger. The homme - Eric - in my room, a room with no name, sleeps very silently so I crept out. Quick venture down to le marchè then back on the le marche... 22 kilometres today. With no room at the inn? *** Following the couple ahead I am led to a deadend. A dyke overflowing. But I did see a path across some wasteland and then I had to vault over a steel barrier - breaking my personal best! In Auvillar the pizza guy thought I was talking to my wine, but it was originally talking to me! Honestly. Two whites and one rouge with a fine Neapolitan pizza. Only three; only ever three for repase a la midi. So I stop here. An amazing Mademoiselle from near to Albi keeps giving me almonds... Sarah... But she's well ahead now I guess? End of (only) day four. Possibly I will reach my first destination on Sunday? However I know 20 to 25 kilometres is definitely my limit now. Walking alongside the canal with the plane trees ...

Buses, planes and trains. Heading towards Cahors on the 11:58 (32€) from Limoges Benedictin as the guy offering the lift via BlaBlaCar left earlier than advertised ...not to worry. Second long distance train journey in France since I left Paris Bercy for Clermont-Ferrand in May. This time the carriage is almost empty. Schools went back today. Summer holidays are over once more. Back to having France to myself once more? It's a Monday and everything was a closed shop in Limoges, including les Halles, as I walked down to the river, near where the lift was meant to start, and alongside La Vienne passed the two medieval bridges: back to where I started this morning from the Chambre d'hotes at 7:30am. *** Day one cracks open with miserable rain. Yesterday was humidity and today is vertical humidity....it's all good. It's a test.  Sat outside a café on the main road through Cahors towards the Louis Phillipe Pont as the kids return for their second day of indoctrination. Short...

Give myself permission to like myself or things which make me 'me' and which I like. I like waking up early: just around 5am to catch the sunrise. Listening to the birds. Helping a bumble bee to go back outside. Drinking a coffee. Finished the remainder of the yogurt. Relax. I've some great memories! Why do I react so negatively to things? How can I either neither or positively react? Am I too emotional? Why do I hate almost everyone? Everyone is my enemy. I am in direct competition with them. Even in a queue for the bus ... Isolated. Lonely.

Yes! I am here. Good morning Limoges. What an awful experience from the moment of stepping into the airport until the plane vanished into leaden skies above Yorkshire... The things I do to myself to get some mental solitude? Forgetting to book in online(there is always a first time), which cost a mind altering £55 for a couple of stripes of paper, and the place was rammed with the drunkest rottenest Leeds United kit wearing yobs - some being carted away by the police presence. LBA, or should I say England the nation over, is a dirty, squabbling and overpriced hell hole. And the flight was delayed almost an hour. It was standing room only in that tight squeeze of an airport: there is nothing fun about airports (no romance whatsoever) where even loin cloths are overpriced! But, gratefully, I am in Limoges. Sadly there was no way I could be awake to catch the 5:35am Flixbus to Cahors, but there are plenty of BlaBlaCar options going south this Monday morning and I spotted one is going to A...