Valley of the Furs
In a very agricultural area, the fauna of the region attracted attention. The best part of the day was spent contouring along the side of a long valley where goatherds tended their flocks (is it a flock for goats? - let's call it a "scrag of goats"). Plenty, though, were beyond tending, what with being roasted whole on a spit and displayed in butchers' windows where you could choose your own cut directly. The same fate probably awaited the fenced-in ostriches, hopefully not the caged peacocks, and certainly not the boxed bees. However, something must have supplied the many fur warehouses with their hides, and our lunchtime roadhouse kitchen with its indeterminate meat stew (Bernard...I ate your bees).
Day 59.9km (Total 2840.3km)