Just a quick note about food, which Dave would put before my blisters in importance and i would put just after, on the walk so far. Not least to explain the significance of the photos. If an army marches on its' stomach, we hobble along on the promise of things for our stomach. So several treats now have their own nicknames.

Take choc croissants for example - after being squashed in my bag for a couple of days they taste just as good for breakfast but are pretty flat. And so have been named Flossants - croissants you can floss with.

Then there's Netto own brand Twixes, which are chocco barrés (pronounced Barry's). So we look forward to go on our Barry's.

This morning we discovered greengage jam with crepes for breakfast, it was sooo good i dribbled most of it!

Our daily staple is the luch time pic-nic of baguette, camambert and saucisson. Partly because its so cheap partly because it tastes devine (especially with the added luxuries of mustard mayo in a tube and crisps). But it does pose a problem when we stay in peoples houses as we have to excuse the waft of cheese and sausage we arrive with, incase they think that's just how we smell after a day or two walking! Don't want to strain the anglo-french relationship any more "viz le stinkie brits".

On the liquid front though the local cider is mostly homemade and lovely, the shop beers very affordable and today in Pontivy we found the most comprehensive collection of whiskies and rums I've ever seen. It was an innocent looking Bretton gift shop with a shelf running the length of the shop full of bottles. It put Constantine stores to shame and worked really hard at ruining my meagre budget. Some how we resisted and it's €2.39 sauv blanc instead. A ta santé.