Wednesday was a big day, after only 1 km, the walk became 3000 km old!
As it happened, that was almost right outside the local McDonald’s. Not the most auspicious place, Omaha beach would have felt a lot more dramatic..
Christoph surprised me with a bottle of champagne that he had bought at Omaha beach after I had told him I would be reaching 3000 km sometime in the next two days. But coffee, muffins and champagne did not seem lika a great mixture, so we saved it for later and bought baguettes, sausages, camembert and apples to make it into a luxurious lunch instead.
We had planned to walk to La Haye-du-Puits, a distance of around 33 km. It was further than Christoph had walked before, but we put his backpack on the Mule and set of.
We eventually found an bike path to follow, and enjoyed a day without cars whizzing past all the time. Great!
With about 6km to go, it turned out to be 40km in the end, Christoph had had enough. His feet were hurting and after a break where I took a call from my sister, he decided to hitchhike the last bit and meet me at the campground. We left his pack on the Mule as the extra weight makes no difference at all on these relatively flat roads and it would probably be easier to get a lift without it.
I was still feeling fresh and as I set of on my own I jogged a couple of km to get warm, it was starting to get cold and a slight drizzle had started.
I found Christoph again at the camp ground, where he had already organised a site for us. After a hot shower, we were sharing some pasta that Christoph had cooked up when the wife of the proprietor came out for a chat. She and her kids had checked out my blog and she wanted to give me a jar of home made blackberry jelly! We talked a while and found out, amongst other things, that her sister lived in Brisbane.
On Thursday morning I headed off on my own as Christoph was taking a rest day. It was a reasonable walking day and I ended it at a beautiful campsite, next to an old manor house. I got to camp in the apple orchard and spent most of the night listening to the apples hit the ground. A place for Newton..
Breakfast was served in the manor house and was briliant. In fact, camp site plus breakfast was cheaper than what a lot of camp grounds wanted just for a site.
But the day was grey and wet, the tent soaking wet. I started walking but after just a couple of hours of rain, I got a room in Coutances. Draped the tent all over the room to dry and spent the rest of the day seeing the sights. Which was basically the church.
Next morning, Saturday, I set of towards Granville and was appy to be dry and that the weather was improving. It was a nice day and I spent most of it thinking about a new project, an idea I had about a week earlier that sems to have stuck with me. More on that later.
My stool has finally given up. I suppose I could try to have it fixed, but I decided to toss it and try to live within it. Just more stuff…
From Granville I intend to head towards Mount St-Michel, should be wort the walk. Then I really need to try to get further south, autumn is on the way and it is starting to get colder!