A rebel without a clue.

An urgent need for a toilet circling about this village looking for a discretely positioned - phew another house is open just in time. The gates have opened and the demons pour forth without restraint! And so the road goes on forever. As the sun reached its zenith, at this mid point in the calendar, and I had followed the A9 for as many kilometres as my insanity would allow. Can I walk anymore from Verdargues into Montpellier? Nine kilometres! Another option presents itself a granddaughter and grandmother in their BoHo ceramics workshop feed me fraise, pommes, etc, then promise to give me a lift to a tram stop so I won't have to walk any further in the extreme heat. ... Into the ether. Bonkers. Summer Solstice concludes at day break on the 22nd. Then my alarm awaken me again at 6am. Now Magpies battle outside the hostel and this is the last place a pilgrim should be asked to retreat to prior to another 32°. Coffee and flee! Monday morning and without wasting anymore tiredness ...

Cats calling, bin men operative and municipal strimmers timed my sleep to dreams finding a long lost shore. Annie and I at 6:30 upon the day, breakfast and a Q&A "if a pilgrimage was a ..." A school psychologist she is and it was a nice way to spend an hour. Second round of ablutions, socks on and ready for grand depart. I will turn left to visit the amphitheatre, town square before over we go. To turn left or right I will decide after the pont du ... It has come to my attention I need never rush again. The end is not an aim, neither is the start something we can revue, alter. Never has it been how we assign it. First pilgrim - going to Arles - and I think she was returning from Santiago on the Le -Puy route. So very inspiring. But we are all invisibility. A rest. My feet become a little weary. A certain tension exists on the back roads - they're still bitumen, tarmac and not once cushioned for a pilgrims tender parts , but there are a million ways to feel pain ....

The west is now either middle class possessives, drug dependent or mentally disassociated. The working classes have been 'outsourced' to the far East. In between there lies the religious fanatics for whom there is no solution other than mindless idolatry and they have been shipped in to lie alongside the soulless ex-miners in Bar Tabac. The longest day, sun beating down, as another North African argument occurred in Vauvert. The 'etape' is closed there so without further 'a-do' sort out my feet - as well as is possible. Another 13 kilometres before another chance at the dice. 21st is Sunday. Solstice. Now this town has a 'middle class' riot occurring in the cattle auction house (or is this an arena?). An unreal man with shades, highlights, EA tee steps up to the mic and there it is. To walk 30 odd kilometres today into the blue and see middle class D'oc in all its meh: Gallargues. Dance frenetically you pointless representative of the entertainment...

Car rentals, cartwheels of joy, a La carte rentals, magna carta. Take your seat 19C. Shoving adverts up your arse Ryanboar. Beware of the flight that needs to drop these empty bombs. Yet carries them all the way there, under such strain, but it is gone. The minds clouds are gone. The sky is clear. Here I am - Montpellier Airport. Now to head east! Let's see how long before I come unstuck? A bière, pan and then stop. It took two hours and five lifts to reach Arles. As I stood waiting I didn't fear. This is the Camague I thought. Tomorrow I will walk through here. Yippee. I will walk across the Rhône, bare faced. I know a switch is on. It is babble but it is distant. Away

The indicator on the bus is stable; no attack. The cardiac pulse without variation; without theme. Traveling higher into the blanket of air; another sonumbulance placed upon minds who wait to wake up dead. Take me away. Leaving the decapitated, dying and dead is my only reason. The rest is a restricting plague lesion. A passionless poison engineering. Spores invade everywhere and it becomes a mad dash to find stillness. Those who can be mindful when all is insane around them are enlightened indeed. Fucking hen and stag parties. Leeds have you nothing left inside the mind except this struggle with the damned and undead. All noise. Where is the chapel of ease Airside? Give me Truth where I can see, hear and sense distance. It is so loud that I must swear, pack away my muesli and find another area further from the violent death. The concentrated forces at work in the departure areas of an airport rip the very fabric of being apart. Banging drums, cheering sluts (you hope to marry this...

Post Apocalyptic Wetherby, on a Thursday, where teeth and eyes are reduced to glimmers. The pearls that shone are now oil smeared, leaden, musket shot which absorbs light but gives no reference. At 1017 the bus detours with me ensconced above grey haired ammonia's; bag grasping, breath gasping, lost, possessed, forgotten, forgetting, post being, past. Get me passed this blind-spot. Not to touch the earth, not to see the sun, nothing left for you to do but "run, run, run". We gather persons like the ever falling dust which has been poisoning us since coal was burnt by galley slaves to export cloth and beyond those fateful days in 1945.

Must fly; Hemmed in; to the North by Benfield Fords' destruction and South, along Braine Road, Northern Gas replacing 1950s utilities; insanity. The morning noise is deafening. Utterly defeated! Listening to Miles Davis isn't possible between drills and digger, fag smokers and the overwhelmingly smell of gas. Hastily packed - judging this much I will need. But what needs - more default notices, more arrears? Trussed up my ankles with climbing tape and step out of 42. A rapid fire photo of number 41, for photographic proofs of before and after for Adrian, and another journey begins. Much lighter than Nidderdale - sans tent. Give us back the silence of the grave, but can we ever get it back? Paradise is surely lost. We've opened the box, removed the contentedness and found spare parts; more left over than were in that box originally; the 10,000 things.