Sanguinet

I love walking in this part of the world. Pine tree after pine tree can be boring but straight paths and no cars means you can really relax. Except for the flies, that is. I think word has gone round in Flyville that I am the local blood delivery guy. The flies did a great job on me yesterday but took it to a new level today. My legs are a mass of itchy bumps and my face looks like someone's donned a blindfold and given me Botox and fillers. I just hope it settles down soon.

I was a bit stressed earlier because I was heading into a town but had nowhere to stay. Fortunately I read a blog where the writer mentioned a pilgrim's gite. A bit of research and a call to the Tourist Office and I'm now nicely settled into my gite. It's basically a bed in the corner of a village hall. The toilet and shower are outside and have a fine cross section of spiders. I'm genuinely grateful that the town provide a roof because accomodation is next to non-existent here. The only gripe I have is that it adjoins the church which marks the time every fifteen minutes with a bell loud enough to even annoy me.

Photos - Sanguinet sits on this beautiful lake. Such lakes seem to be two a penny here. The beaches are all natural and I'm yet to see a busy one. The next photo is the church I'm listening to, then it is the view I had for a lot of the walk, the river Eyre and, finally, it was cold and misty this morning.Læs mere