Today started with a really stiff climb up the opposite side of the mountain from Conques. Lots of rough rocks, big steps and many pilgrims! I was perspiring so much my glasses fogged up. The first part lead to the Chapel of Saint Foy where everyone rang the bell when they arrived.
For the first time in five weeks I was not the only Australian. I heard an accent go past and at the Chapel I introduced myself. They were three guys from Geelong who had walked from Geneva and were finishing at Cahors like us. Then we met Mary Roch from Perth. She is in her mid Seventies and fit as. I felt really inspired to keep walking. She is having her bags shifted but otherwise doing the same distances as us.
We walked across the top of the ridge all day with fabulous views.
There are more pilgrims than we have seen for ages and the Gites are buzzing. We are staying in a very run down camping ground that the manager has just taken over. The shower was good though and he is working very hard to get it functioning again. It is right on the River Lot in a lovely position but it was a shock when we arrived. French camping grounds are usually really neat, smart and well designed.
We ended the day on the road which I find hard on the feet and Karen was getting warm but it was a good days walk. The town Livinhac is unremarkable but we saw lots of new homes on the way and there are a lot of large agricultural concerns around so it seems to be quite prosperous.
Check out the bark on this tree. It is so unusual and beautiful.
We are getting closer to the end and that seems sad in a way.