Le Gurp

It's an unfortunate name for a beach. My legs felt tired after yesterday's effort and the heatwave continues so I stopped at the campsite behind Le Gurp beach.

On the way here I got talking to a guy called Patrick who lives on the river I crossed on the ferry and who has done parts of the walk I'm doing. He was full of advice but generally about places I've already visited or ones I'm not going too. I didn't care, his enthusiasm was infectious. The best thing he said to me was that the worst part of the whole walk that I am doing is central France. It was good to know that, maybe, the most challenging bit was over.

Photos - A cloud at the beach, Le Gurp beach (I think this is only the second time I have dipped a toe in the Atlantic Ocean), leaving Royan by ferry, market in Soulac, Soulac's Notre Dame de Les Fins de Terres. This XII century church was an important stopover point for pilgrims. However the shifting dunes partially buried it and it was only fully recovered in the 1800s. Czytaj więcej