Au Revoir Cordes

This was probably my last long run in France, taking me mostly off-road through the trails around Cordes-sur-Ciel, past the ponies and along the donkey routes, with the early-morning sun warming my skinny little body. Along the way I talked about everything from our porridge-and-glue breakfasts and Norma’s steadying influence on my adventures to the surprisingly disappointing guinea fowl and cornmeal mash we had in a restaurant. The trail became a mixture of running and hiking, with maps, hydration reminders and a few opportunities to get gloriously turned around, although my fitness seems to have improved considerably during this month of vigorous hiking and running in France. Now the adventure is winding down, with our cottage inspection, bus to Albi, train to Toulouse, and eventually the long journey home via Paris and Calgary, while I continue to chatter away in my peculiar Vox Pop style.