Life in a tent isn’t always worry free. There was an access road alongside the picnic area where I camped. As I was typing up my blog last night a few cars pulled up at different times. When they did I turned off my light and closed the lid on my ipad. I’ve done this before. I just sit quietly and listen. When I’m satisfied there is nothing to be concerned about I go back to typing. On one occasion when the lights were out the headlights of a car heading down the main road caught the outline of the picnic table and cast moving shadows over my tent. The shadows looked like an arm was reaching across the front of my tent. I froze with goose bumps all over. After I realized what had actually happened it took some time for my skin to relax.

Tonight I’m in Bonnieux at the home of my friend and legal colleague Stuart Littlemore, and his wife Alison. I have been made so welcome in their home with my own downstairs apartment. What an interesting mountain village is Bonnieux with some of it’s structures dating back to pre-medieval times when the surrounding valleys were once flooded, like its defensive wall around the high village (as distict from the low village which is below the wall).

This afternoon we attended a local growers markets to buy fruit and vegetables. I
tasted wild strawberries for the first time. They were divine, so sweet, full of flavour and very juicy. We then went onto a garden bar at Lacoste which had a beautiful view over a valley towards Bonnieux.

The locals are saying that the season is about one month ahead of where it normally is. This probably means a very hot summer and lots more difficult walking days. Today I saw cherry trees loaded with fruit. They were for sale at the markets and we got some. Delicious.

I had quite a lot of climbing after leaving La Begude, through Castellet and a litle
beyond Auribeau from where the countryside flattened out. At Auribeau I didn’t take a turn when I should have and it cost me about 3km. During the climbing I would go around the side of one mountain and a valley could be seen to the north, then
around another twist in the trail for a valley to open up to the south. Stuart and Alison picked me up in their car about 3km from Bonnieux. I’ll make up the shortfall along the way.

I was prompted today by an email to think about humility and how doing what I’m doing teaches us this important quality. But learning this quality has not only happened on this walk: it’s happened on all my past three Caminos. The lesson is
learned this way: if ever I think what I am doing is special I’m reminded that it isn’t by the efforts of someone else. On the past Caminos I’ve thought what a great thing it was to walk 800km and then I would meet someone, like the two men who had walked from Germany, or the woman who had walked from The Netherlands, or the young German man in Leon who had ridden a bicycle towing a small traioer from Dresden, about 3,000km. In today’s email a mother told me about her son’s 7,000km walk from Canterbury (UK) to Jurusalem. These reminders help to keep maters in perspective. I’m grateful for the opportunity to learn.

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