A rebel without a clue.

Monday, June 2nd 2025. Returning to begining of my second part of the final section of the Chemin Saint Jacques, aka GR65, which began in that distant May 2013: another Epoch ago in my finititude - when my doomsday was chasing my heels! The one I left at Condom on the 9th October 2024 (as autumn presence was fully displayed in dull tones and the repetitive bounce of rain drops falling heavily on my weary brow and my limping foot trod slippery on water logged soils betwixt mud, tournesol, mais and prairie; and the pain of the Morton's Neuroma became all-encompassing), begins again from today. First I've Lola to walk, then a visit to the allotment (hopefully dry) and two buses to catch up to that airport known as LBA: flight to Limoges at 6pm. Booked a night at the Ibis Budget (£35) as I haven't heard from the Maison Diocésaine and I shouldn't push French hospitality too far as my way isn't from Limoges (as it was in late summer 2018). Back on the 28th August 2018 tha...

8am Monday morning.  Eaten breakfast and boiled 3 eggs for the trip and I have left overs for the flight. Bla Bla Car at 9:30am to Brive. Then hitch to the airport. The flight is at 14:55 to Stansted so no rush as it's around an hour by car to Brive from Figeac... It goes via Rocamadour. *** For the first time Pierre and I had little to say on the journey. I was a little distracted by the scenery, the towns we were passing, he spoke little English and, obviously, my French is pas bien! He offered to drop me at either the airport, at la gare or in the center ville: which I chose just as the dark clouds loomed hooded and sinister above Brive-la-Galliarde. After a brief visit to the Office de Tourism to confirm my fears that there was no connection other than extortionate taxi's to the airport I found my way back to the centre where the heavens came down as I hastily tucked into a poke bowl on the sidewalk.  Pohmaë sashimi style with fresh salmon, avocado, mango, etc, etc, which...