In the next village, Lasbros, a herd of cows was being driven down the street like a stampede. The farmer shouted to me to get out of the way and go behind his tractor! I was happy to oblige!
I had a beer with lunch at Les Quatre Chemins. Madame Regine, thin as a rake and chain smoking, told me how the place had burned down a few years ago, after an explosion of fuel in the kitchen. She herself had done the Camino from Paris in 1989.
The afternoon turned cloudy and cold as I did the last part of the way to Finieyrols, a farming hamlet in the middle of nowhere. The Gite is next to the cowshed and inundated with flies. They are driving me mad buzzing round as I write this! On the way here, one farmer had tried to fence off the way to keep his cows from straying. I wasn't strong enough to open his makeshift gates and had to crawl underneath commando style! The second one I opened but couldn't close, so I just left it. The barbed wire was quite dangerous.
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