We set off in the early morning mists, past typically Basque houses, farms with corn-cob drying racks
and Basque "pelota" courts, as well as crossing more pasture and seeing flocks of sheep.
This was traditional rolling Basque countryside, with woods to get lost in, streams to cross and muddy
tracks to slog through. As we got closer to La Bastide Clairence we had more tarmac to walk on, but the passing
cars took care to give us room, and from there it was a long, hot, haul up the road to the monastery.
Sue was overjoyed to reach Belloc, which had been one of our goals right from the start at Constance, on the German border.
The nuns were overjoyed to see Sue again and to meet Angus, and we were given a really nice room at the front of the guest house.