Did not want to leave Saint-Chély. Who wants to leave a kitchen hutch this good?
In fact, it was our host who left first next morning. He explained that he needed to get to the hospital for his regular therapy. Jean-Claude is very open about a serious medical condition, so I don’t baulk at mentioning it here. The man doesn’t just bear his load, he relishes giving every comfort to pilgrims, many of whom have nothing more serious than a blister. (I should add that the restoration of the tower, performed in a matter of months, must have been very costly yet the price of staying at the Tour des Chapelains is modest.)
Jean-Claude and Christine Brunier are ultreia people. I can’t put it better than that.
So it’s off into the Aveyron, with its lauze roofs…
…and wide green perspectives.
“A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke…”
Day’s end brought me to Saint-Côme-d’Olt, Olt being the old name for the Lot, a river one sees and crosses at a number of points.
The village is famous for its beauty, yet it affected me less than others, perhaps because I stayed outside the old part. Everyone likes to photograph the unique twisty church tower, so I thought I’d take a snap of the tympan and lower level, so lovely and crumbly. I’m a medieval kind of guy.
Next day a sign on the trail offered an easy stroll along the Lot to Espalion as an alternative to a strenuous but rewarding climb along the GR65. I summoned up every grain and drop of Australian manhood in my being, steeled every fibre and sinew…
Then took the flat easy way along the Lot.