Good walking, wide paths, not too many climbs and the sun shining. We also meet three pilgrims, which acts as a reminder of what we are doing and why. All seemed to have 'done' the St James Way before and were looking for a less popular/calmer alternative. A category we also fit into. On the way we find a perfect river for Nellie to stand in for the statutory 10 minutes and she is already in there up to her hocks before I have to explain. She is getting into the routine. In Chorges, Nellie and I stop next door to a circus while Paul goes off to stock up on supplies. A boy comes out and admires her and we get onto talk about the horses he has and what he does in his act. As we leave we see his little coloured mare and two shetlands. If we had had more time I would have stayed to watch the performance. When we reach our chosen camping site, a farm on top of a hillside, we realise that we have not checked the details and it is in fact closed. Still, Paul manages to persuade the woman in the farm next door to let us pitch our tent and tether Nellie on a patch of grass nearby. It is idyllic, with panoramic views over the vast lake below and a stream to wash in. Before going to bed we watch the clouds cast shadows over the snow-capped hills and I realise that I have never taken the time to observe this more – a humbling experience on many levels.
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