I’m a pilgrim.
About to walk the French leg of the Camino of St. James. From Le Puy in south central France to St Jean Pied-de-Port near the Atlantic Coast. Nearly eight hundred kilometres.
While I’m gone, my house and bamboo will be in the hands of Kevin the Queeenslander. Anyone wanting to see the moso had better wait till I get back, since Kevin doesn’t want visitors. To tell the truth, he even scares me. And I’m not sure if the creature in his company is a doberman crossed with a dingo or one of his many cousins. Didn’t want to ask really.
So it’s farewell to all this for some months:
And hello to Le Puy-en-Velay:
I dunno. Just thought I’d do it.