Day 15 – Slogsville

Decazeville to Figeac – 33kms

It was a hard slog today in 30 degree heat and very little shade.

Today we walked a massive 33 kms, but not by choice. It turned out there were no sleeping places on the way. We knew beforehand that we may have a bit walk ahead of us, but we were also hopeful something would turn up earlier

On the positive side, my feet felt good as we left our gite. My feet are usually well behaved until the 15000 step mark, so when Left Ankle started complaining 8000 steps in, we had to have words.

I told him he had to get his act together as we weren’t even into a fifth of the walk yet. He didn’t listen and continued to complain. I promised a foot massage at the next rest stop. Left Ankle demanded exclusive treatment. I had no choice but to agree.

We walked into a farming village where a bench seat sat in full sun. I kept my end of the bargain and plonked myself down and whipped off my left shoe, totally ignoring the right foot. An old farm dog came and lay at my feet. Left Ankle scoffed a bit at the smell, but was relieved when I started on the promised massage. Right foot remained quiet inside his shoe, not needy like his twin.

After a short break and the much needed massage, left foot decided to cooperate, though not without complaining, for the rest of the day.

It was a crappy walk today. The roads were hard, the sun was hot, and the feet were annoying.

We finally limped into Figeac at 6.30pm, after 10.5 hours walking. We stopped at the first hotel we saw, which happened to be the best western on the river.

I had my much craved confit de canard for dinner and Mike had a huge 300g steak.