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Cossonay to Lausanne: a multitude at the lakeside
Pentecost Sunday dawned sunny and bright at Cossonay. My hotel breakfast did not start until 8am, so I tried to be ready for the off once I had tackled the morning nosebag. My bag was packed and Magda and Zbigniev… Continue reading
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Les-Hôpitaux-Neufs to Orbe: I will lift mine eyes unto the [Swiss] hills
What a difference a day makes, as Dinah Washington once sang. I had a very good night’s sleep; if I had kept Remy awake with my snoring, he was very gracious about it. Out of the window, looking towards Switzerland,… Continue reading
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Perrancey-les-Vieux-Moulins to Langres: a hop, skip and a jump
The morning after the night before. I expected to require some sort of heavy lifting equipment to hoist me out of bed into an upright posture, however on checking feet, legs, knees and back, everything seemed to be in surprisingly… Continue reading
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Vitry-le-François to Montmorency-Beaufort via Drosnay: lost socks, lost churches, found kebabs
It is said that when the then monk, Martin Luther got irretrievably behind in his prayers, he came to the realisation that God loved him simply because of his faith and not because of anything he did, (or didn’t do).… Continue reading
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La Chausée-sur-Marne to Vitry-le-François: fragile stones
I had treated myself to breakfast at Le Clos de Mutigny hotel and on arrival surveyed what was on offer. I decided I would try to tick off every single food group, which included boiling myself an egg and operating… Continue reading
The Loafing Pilgrim 