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Day 10; April 11th, Cousemes-Vaucé - Alençon.                                 30miles - cumulative 230.2miles.

18/4/2016

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​Last night, the youngest black cat in the yurt was chasing a small mouse around before I went to bed.  This morning, he is eating one as I awake.  Keith says he catches at least two a day.  I clear away the gall bladder.  The sneezy cat had thrown up in the workshop, so I clear that up too. 
 
Time for me to move on, comfy though it’s been here.  Well- after coffee.
 
Keith is going to give me a lift some distance (on his way to visit Maylin, who is still encarcerated in hospital – unlike the NHS, they seem reluctant to let you go, she says).   I am quite happy about this, as Paris suddenly seems a long way.  I have printed off 8 pages of google-map to help me get there.
 
Made myself breakfast, packed lunch and packed all my belongings away.   Chose a book off the shelf as Maylin said she only rarely read anything but her kindle nowadays.  Chatted to Maylin on the phone and hope she gets home soon.
 
Keith wouldn’t let me pay for anything, which was very generous and kind.  He dropped me off at Neuilly de Vendin at just gone 1400hrs.  From there, I tried to follow a google maps print off to get off the main road – but not all the small places are shown, so ended up cycling 10miles to cover 2km on the ground.
There was a pause here to throw self on ground, wave arms and legs around wildly whilst bawling aloud tantrum.
 
Eventually calm down enough to decide to follow the main road anyway (after that earlier, pleasant interlude of riding through quiet forests in a loop de loop).  The main road which is filled with tractors, humungous lorries and lined with dead things.  In the space of 100m I came upon a dead cat, a dead sparrow, a dead kestrel – which looked so unblemished and like it was sleeping that I took a photograph – quickly followed by a dead blackbird.  Tragic and I hope I’m not going to be added to that list.
 
And now I’m in Prie-en-Pail and enjoying that packed lunch sat in some sedum which is growing over a wall next to a Catholic Church with a sign on it advising ‘Mess Dim 10.30hrs’ (which I assume means Mass on Dimanche?).
It’s odd how one can totally plummet the depths of despair and then just as quickly soar up high, when cycling along: I’m feeling so glad to be alive!
Much later and I’m circling the outskirts of Alençon looking for a place for my first ‘stealth camp’ as tis getting dimpsy and I’ve found no cheap hostel or campsite.  I find a place, which although close to a road (a quiet country lane), is screened by trees and a slightly raised bank, with a disused railway line on one side.  It’s also a bit of a dumping ground with the carcass of a baby changing mat evident. 
 
Put up tent and what????  NO tent pegs!  I assume they must have fallen out when I dried the tent at Morgane’s.  Fortunately there are rocks and twigs and branches around, so I jury-rigged it and was quite pleased with the results.  There was only time to read a few lines of my new book (‘The Impressionist” by Hari Kunzru) before sleep overtook me soon after dark – wondering whether any of the cars that drive past will see me and stop to investigate…
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So many dead creatures line the road - sad.
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Can you see me?
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...or from here?
5 Comments
Lynne Edmunds
18/4/2016 14:42:54

You are so brave! With all that exercise though I bet you are sleeping well. Keep safe, we are loving the blog. X

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Terri
18/4/2016 21:03:58

Ach, you're too kind Lynne! I'm living the life of Reilly for a couple days in Paris at the m0ment, with mon ami Sophie...

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Susan Hutton
18/4/2016 20:11:01

Terri, Loved the description of the tantrum and your stealth camping - no I wouldn't have spotted you there. A stunning hawk perched for 10 minutes on the bench in your garden this evening - glad to say no dead animals here. I've spent the weekend reading a fantastic book called "Wild" by Cheryl Strayed about a woman having a brave, amazing journey on her own, like you but hiking. Remind me to buy you a copy when you get back. Thank you for enlivening my idle evenings on the sofa with your wonderful tales. xx

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Terri
18/4/2016 21:02:59

Hey Susan - Guess where Sophie took us last night? To the Nuit Debout - the ongoing discussions on Democracy in Place De La Republique you mentioned in your other comment.
Thank you for taking the time to MAKE a comment - will be setting off again on Wednesday after a lovely couple days. Going to watch a film now - A Bord Du Darjeeling limited' - XXX OH yes - and Mum gave us the DVD of the film of that book - I identified with the overladen rucksack full of STUFF!

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Jenny Arnold
18/4/2016 21:17:07

Terri, I am in awe. You have cycled to Paris - how many people can say that? Absolutely loving the blog. Xx

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