Cajarc – Varaire

Statue in the centre of Varaire

Statue in the centre of Varaire

I slept on as those around packed and left early. With the hot weather most were keen to cover the kilometres before it became too uncomfortable and to arrive before mid-afternoon and its heat.

I too had to pack and leave as the gite was fully booked that night. I was told there were tents at the campsite a kilometre away so after some breakfast I headed to the campsite. I kept walking. I had wondered what I would do all day in Cajarc. After walking each day it seemed strange to stop so I continued. I had thoughts of seeing the girl from Lille again.

The way continued along the Lot River for a few kilometres. I passed a strawberry farm and resisted the temptation. The gentle climb began through a cool wood. It was the Pays de Quercy. Vast woodlands of small oak trees and relatively uninhabited. At the small village of Saint Jean de Laur I had to ask the correct way from a man doing his gardening. The first time I had missed the way markers.

Varaire village store in the late evening

Varaire village store in the late evening

I had originally planned to stop in Limogne en Quercy. The Gite Communal was full as was the private Gite. Another French holiday weekend! I was told that I could camp at the camp site about a kilometre further on. At the camp site there was no sign of life. The swimming pool was empty. The sinks were filled with leaves and there was no water. I returned to town.

Gérald

Gérald

After resting for a while in the cafe in the centre of town I decided to attempt the last 6 kilometres to Varaire even though the heat was stifling. I took off my watch. Until now I had been thinking in terms of time. 4 kilometres an hour so 6 kilometres would be an hour and a half. I would try without the watch. I strode on and it made a difference. Time seemed to pass quicker and I arrived in Varaire at about 7pm. I checked into the dormitory of the Gite des Marronniers. Deirdré and others I had met were there and we all sat chatting over some very welcomed cold beer. I also met Gérald and we had a good chat about the route so far. The girl from Lille was not there. I never saw her again on the Way.

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