A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
A reflection of his former self
5.52am It was, and, as it alway's is early in the morning, there was a crisp, clean light, low in the sky, which cast long shadows. Here's my shadow against a low earth bank.
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Paziols
6.00am It was the morning following the fete day in this area and as I rode through Paziols all the 20 or so people, who were still up from the night's revels and were having coffee on the terrace of the local bar, cheered me.
Pyrenees
6.27am Now those really are the Pyrenees that I can see in the distance and I'll be at the feet of them ready for the climb over tomorrow - exciting.