There weren't too many opportunities to take this photo. Eric and Joy leading us out of Langogne.
E and J still leading.
In most countries, this would be a picture of geese and other birds - here it was a picture of someone's dejeuner :)
Me posing on the bridge - can't remember the river or the next town though.
Eric's secret to his stamina. He secretly had a Citroen deux chevaux to whisk him ahead of the rest of us.
Funny, no mention of the surprise at the back of the picnic shelter ;)
An early prototype of the Concorde.
There was some beautiful scenery on this leg of the walk.
Most of us were pleased to have a comfortable place to sit and enjoy lunch ............
............. Helmut had other ideas.
Talk about the walking wounded - Rex and Jan in the bois.
Getting close to Cheylard l'Eveque now.
Told you.
Happiness is finding your luggage when you reach your destination.
A lovely place to stay the night - quite a gem in fact.
The zen of having walked a bloody long way and being able to sit down.
The view from the chapel on the hill - very scenic.
The chapel on the hill.
Looks like main course - what a great feed.
Hungry walkers engrossed in conversation.
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