I was woken by some very early risers going for breakfast, I had slept well so I didn’t mind. It was half past six, fifteen minutes and I’ll get up. I keep to my word and sling myself out of bed, and start a flurry of packing different bags, piling things left, right and centre. Why had I bought so much yesterday? Why had I taken everything out of the rucksack? Packing sorted and I’m ready to go. I had noticed my feet hadn’t improved overnight. Today could be interesting…
I leave somewhere in the middle of a precession of pilgrims, the one with the big camera, and biggest rucksack ever. It’s going to be another beautiful hot day but for now it’s cool and there’s a nice breeze.
After a couple of hours I begin to descend into Montcuq, my original plans had been to stay here. It looked a very pretty little town, but as I skirted around it and made my way onto another footpath I realised I’d missed my opportunity to get a photo of the town…
A couple of hours later and I could see a hilltop village coming up in front of me, I took a couple of shots but thought I’d get some more once there. Turns out the GR65 route once again skirts the village, another missed opportunity. I unfortunately don’t have the time or strength to take detours at present.
Finally, I see what can only be Lauzerte in the distance, again a hilltop town, dating from the 12th century. My stop for tonight if I can find a bed. The climb up is tiring but eventually I get there. I find the gite, a note tells me I have to go to the tourist office to book a bed. Ten minutes later I find the tourist office in the square, it’s closed?! I sit in a bar and have a coke. Thirty minutes later it reopens. I pay for a room, walk back to the gite and dump my gear.
After a few hours of wandering around I buy some bread and cheese, and head back for an early night, I’m exhausted…