Day 19 Cahors to Lascabanes

Today Brian and I decided to cheat a bit as didn't have a great night's sleep and it was cold and drizzly so we taxied the first 10 km out of Cahors and started our walk from there. It was very nice knowing we only had 11km to walk.
The walk was pretty ,along mainly unsaved tracks . We hardly saw anyone.
At one stage we heard dogs barking and then came across a man with a shotgun ( not always who you want to meet on a pretty isolated track!) He spoke a little English and told us they were shooting wild boar. It seems to be a yearly round up and our host of our gite told us quite a few men get killed on the shoot. Hopefully not pilgrims.
The countryside is changing slightly with bigger trees and rolling fertile hills. We saw our first field of sunflowers looking sadly north with drooping dead faces .
As we got to Lascerbane not long after midday we strolled into the tiny almost deserted village and was met enthusiastically by the "ambassador * of the pilgrims. He ushered us into a funny wee café where we had a very underwhelming pizza but with a glass of rose.
It was nice to get out of the cold. We met there a pilgrim who has walked from the Slovakia border and was going to Finnesterre , a total of 3 thousand kilometers!
We then met up with Jane and Lee walking along and they had walked the full distance so together we all arrived at the gite.
This place has real character and our host is Hans a Dutch guy who left his wife in Paris 15 years ago and runs this sort of gite. He has worked in the wine trade so hoping for a nice wine tonight.
He has the fire going and is busy cooking us our meal. There is also a cute wee dachound who is very old and lame.
Hans loves a chat so will be a cosy night. He said this season is not very busy with pilgrims as it's mainly the French who walk the route but he feels maybe their depressed economy, or the Ukraine and Palestine wars is the cause.
Looking forward to our cosy night by the fire.
Warmer weather forecasted.
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