Trefcon to St Quintin – 15 km

Weekly summary from the sequin to sackcloth tour

Yesterday was the completion of week two and I am happy to report the state of the team is – Strong! However, there have been days when we were destroyed and broken.

Now an update on our accommodations which have been varied. We have stayed in four family farms, one remains my favorite stay to date. It was a farmer and his wife Colette. The entrance was through a courtyard, a square of distressed brick buildings with long sloping roof tiles. Once inside you were greeted by a riot of flowers, barking dogs, alarmed cats and an impressive wall of vintage water cans. The house was a labyrinth of rooms, hallways and inexplicable stairs, every inch decorated or more.

Then there was last night – we arrived into a village of 85 residents and were greeted by our host, Hubert. He explained that the accommodation was for a bed and breakfast but not dinner. However, a fish monger would be bringing her truck so we could select fish and prepare it in his kitchen. And the fact that this conversation was even possible is that Edward has been kicking the French!! He is amazing, mine is limited to Bon jour, eclair and Edith Piaf songs. However, Edward has been very complimentary of my Italian which apparently I launch into when confronted with anything French.