Friville to Dieppe – Another Road Slog of Immense Proportions for an Elderly Gent

But not for someone of young, middle age like meeee!!!!!!! Got up in the morning , slaving for bread sir. Thanks Desmond. The first real exposure of my white generation to the sound of reggae. We’d had ska but not reggae. Then loads of bands blew it up, and Bob Marley was king. I wasn’t a reggae expert but he was the biz. 1973, Concrete Jungle on Whistle Test. Unbelievable.

I have to do over 26 miles today to reach Dieppe, to get a train to Rouen, to stay at my friends Francis and Annie Carrere, to have a day resting. And today it is raining and I can hear thunder as I set off. I am waterproofed up and can’t see anything to photo. So here is a photo of me two days later smiling at you. Scary as Phuket. I might have plastic surgery.

I was following a main road but managed to cut across country on an unused track which led me, on a mini-pilgrimage route, to the Chapelle St Laurent on a hill above Eu.

As I arrived at the Chapel there was a flash of lightning behind it, like something out of the Omen. Sadly I didn’t get it on camera.

But at a height, holding on to my metal walking poles, and with metal dental implants……..I was electro vulnerable. Dive, dive. I took a narrow path down at great speed!

Now I’ve seen some scary shit in my time……….I hope you don’t mind me using rude words but it gives my blog street cred and increases the audience to two. Now I’ve seen some scary shit in my……..oh you do mind! Sorry. Now, I’ve seen some scary things in my life but when I blew up the photo of the church tower with the cross on top, this face was peering out, smiling like someone evil.

A hot chocolate in Eu was just what the exorcist ordered and I was ready for the next stage. The weather was starting to clear a bit and warm up.

I stuck to quiet country roads and as the land rose then so did I!

As the land rose then so did I? No wonder you’ve only got 2 viewers with drivel like that you gormless prick! Let’s spice it up you asshole. Sorry you two viewers for the street language.

I really forced my way forward along tough country roads and pushed myself to the extreme carrying a heavy rucksack up massive inclines. I thought I might die but was saved by my exuberance and a will to live to see my true love Maggie again.

That’s my boy! I can see this getting a seven figure contract in Hollywood. By the way, which one is Pink? Thanks Roger.

Potatoes were growing.

Oats too, or barley or summat.

This tedium of reporting replicates the joyless tedium of some of this very long day’s journey. But the bright parts are sublime. Nice church.

Today was all about getting it done and getting to Dieppe. It was a long, harsh walk. But after 12 hours I finally made it over the 26 miles to Dieppe port.

What a great town.

I made the 8 o’clock train to Rouen and then took the metro to the Carreres. Justine, our friends’ daughter was there and cooked me a nice, welcome meal. And then I slept.

Don’t think about my apparition.

Night night.