Arriving at the refuge at Mont de Marsans
The plaque on the wall in the chapel of St Jacques in Roquefort showing the map of the routes to Compostella and the eerie reflection of the candles in the corner caused by the shaft of sunlight
We teamed up with Harry, the Hollander, today to walk part of the way to Mont de Marsan. We knew we couldn't do the whole étape because it is 34km and Mo had a potentially infected blister. So we booked a taxi to meet us all halfway - there was absolutely no public transport available.
On arrival at Mont de Marsan, Mo soaked the foot in salt water and we had coffee and pain au chocolat in the sun on the refuge terrace. We are soaking up the heat after the English winter.
We were at that stage in blissful ignorance that all planes are grounded due the volcano eruption in Iceland and Patsy is due to fly back to the UK tomorrow from Bordeaux. We are still grappling with that!!
All of us with Jean after breakfast
And Harry the Hollander
The first blooming poppy en route
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