|a last view of Montverdun as I head off downhill, leaving in the morning|
By this stage though, my tender feet from yesterday were announcing their discomfort, and I stopped on a roadside seat at the end of Champdieu to examine them. I had become quite good at avoiding blisters after my first Camino experience, so I was surprised to find I had developed a blister under my left foot near the toe- too much hard tarmac walking... I applied a blister plaster. And under my right foot where there were some hot spots, I used some of the rest of the precious hiker's wool my friend Trish had given me. At the end of the day, I had no further problem where these hotspots had been, and I wished I had taken the full bag Trish had given me: I only had a little wool left and needed to ration it carefully.
I should really have stopped in Montbrison to rest my developing blister, and on the Camino Frances I would have, but on the Cluny route, accommodation wasn't so frequent, and you couldn't always just simply turn up on a doorstep. There were several 'accueil jacquaires' in Montbrison, but you are really supposed to organise them beforehand. I guess I could have rung and told them I had an 'ampoule', but sometimes when I had to speak in French I wasn't quite so confident.
This next 9km section loomed large and hard in my mind. There was quite a lot of road walking out of the city on my tender feet, and the wind became even stronger. There were some lovely rural sections once I had left the city, but it was hard to walk against the wind, and even with my pack on, I felt like I might get blown over! But I just had to don my 'courage' at this point, and carry on.