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...

More rain! Too much rain! Oh well it's always a way. Between the edges of Germany, Luxembourg and France the Mosel gets heavier. Slept really well. Perl is still on an evening. Thanks to Mike I'm not nearly as broke leaving German territory as I have been while in it and this is probably the only time I will try a Jakobsweg because it is simply not that much 'fun' with this unnecessary fear. Money is always a huge challenge, for anyone, but I'm usually able to let that threat to peace recede on the Way: because I can budget for very little if the Way is properly designed to respect a pilgrim with a very frugal constitution. Until yesterday, and the moment's bliss spent in that moss strewn wood, while sitting for lunch, I'd not felt peace at all this time out! Money is one of the factors I know is on everyone's mind, and it's a real pity, because it hides so much joy inside locked away. To escape from the anxiety a lack of enough funds to survive dail...

Awoke with the sound of the birds from the green space, behind the Kolpinghaus, around five so I packed up my gear before heading back for another hour and a half when the squark of Crows brought me ready again. Now I'm on the corner of Konstantinstraße and Brotstraße in a Bäckerei (again). Inside something is stirring saying enough is enough of this! On the way out I definitely need fruit not Puddingschleife. It's Monday morning and, as the world stirs into its perpetual groove, I decide to carry on until I'm further from it and collected some satsumas and a bottle of Kombucha. If I have a preference on a Camino it to follow the sources of water - either upstream or downstream - rather than walking along exposed ridges: Roman Legionnaires had to have thick Worsted undergarments to keep the proverbials warm! However I was just reminded by the Mosel that very cold winds can rifle down the valley from where the waters meet their makers! ... Bloody great big sign saying herber...

The earliest and cheapest flight I can get to return to the UK is on Friday from Luxembourg. Never been to the Grand Duchy of Luxembourg really, although Glenn and I went through the duchy on our way from Metz to Liege with a BlaBlaCar host. It's another 4 days from Trier to Metz which might be 3 for me if I walk distance and miss out one suggested halt? However the flight isn't until the evening so it'd be ideal to get a Flixbus direct from Metz to the airport and have Thursday night in Metz (hopefully in gites d'etape/auberge set aside for pelerins). So I should slow down the next four days and take it all in! I am tired this evening so I really should have an early night. It is raining lightly and it's deathly quiet on the streets, but I should probably eat. Perhaps not typical German fayre although it might be the best thing to put me into LaLaLand? Here I am a Früh establishment and I don't feel the menu and I've never really cared for Kölsc...

Done by Noon. The end of the Ansonius Weg. Kolpinghaus for rest And to wash necessities But first Kartoffel Suppe And another Fein Herb. Gutsriesling is good Soup is warming my gut. Make it two! Sommerpalais My brain is cloudy And the noise goes up! Misaligned nor adjusted To voices I barely Comprehend.

Walking through the valleys and over the hills in the Hunsrück is fantastic on a day where rain seems only to threaten and not create. Another chunk of fortune fell my way! Nowhere to eat again: indeed I'd not seen a soul until just now in Gräfendhron (which sounds either Welsh or Elvish from Lord of the Ring?). Seeing a sign pointing to "Landhaus" I walked behind the church and on the left there were numerous Transit type minibuses outside what looked like a hostel. Looking in the window I could see a dining room and some people were milling about. I knocked on the window, but I was simply too far away, so I walked behind to where I assumed the kitchen was. One guy was coming out the door at that moment and I told him my predicament! He let me use their WC and gave me a cup of tea. Before I left another guy gave me a lot smoked dried 'rind' sausage(beef) and a holey cheese! Then just now arriving in Berglicht I found a Kneipe which was open. With just...