These are some brief reflections I wrote about the Cluny route while I was in St Paulien on May 2nd, the night before I reached Le-Puy-en-Velay:
"Some reflections at the end
From Cluny to Le Puy en Velay it's 287km via the route marked with
"coquilles". My friends told me it would be more difficult than what I'd
experienced before on the Le Puy route south, and it was... But they
also said it was a spectacular route and it was that as well. The thing I
actually found most challenging was the much more solitary nature of it
all: there are not many other pelerins on the route.
Physically it has been challenging but it has been good to see how
much fitter I have become. There have been some big ascents and
descents, but along with those have come the beautiful views.
It's been a very rural route, past many farmhouses and green fields,
and also through a lot of forest paths some days. My biggest fear in
fact was getting a bit lost in the forest somewhere- but fortunately I
managed to see all the coquilles and find my way. (It must be harder on
rainy days when you have your head down in your raincoat- but I have
mostly only had short sprinklings of rain where I have been.)
There have also been some interesting small towns as my bed stops,
with interesting medieval history. One favorite was St Jean St Maurice,
right beside a big bend in the Loire. They have found evidence there of
human habitation from some 60 000 years ago.
Another favorite stop was the tiny village of St Chapelle en Lafaye
where I took a rest day for my feet a few days ago. It sat at over 1000m
in altitude, and the gite was lovely with a bunk room and adjoining
kitchen/dining room. I was able to relax, look at the view, and also
notice the birds in the trees as I rested there.
The thing that stands out in my mind from this more solitary route
is the importance of simple human kindness. I could make a very long
list but here are just a few examples.... There was the smile and
cheerful welcome from the lady who collected the money at the camping
chalets in Azole. There was the hairdresser and her customer who went
out of their way to get me sorted when I walked in looking like a
drowned rat, confused about the instructions for finding my place to
stay that night. There was the family that welcomed me for the night in
Charlieu, where the man found a clever way to fix the walking pole I'd
just managed to break. There was the friendly gite owner in
St-Haon-le-Chatel who brought me food when she came as she realized I
wouldn't have l known it was the village's 'closed' afternoon. There
were the two local ladies in St George-Hte-Ville who chatted and brought
me in some 'stuff' I could tend to my blister with.
Possibly the biggest impact for me has been the chance to meet my
Camino friend Francis again, and to see him on his 'home turf', and to
see the purpose, integrity, warmth and compassion he lives his life
with. It was a very special thing to be able to share the first two days
of walking with him.
And I guess the final word here has to go to my fellow pelerins
along the way. We were few in number, but I remember each one. And I
think because the route was more solitary and more physically
challenging, pelerins seemed to have great respect for each other. We
each knew how much effort we were all having to put in!
And so today I head off to Le-Puy-en-Velay. It will be a shock to
leave the countryside behind and arrive in a bigger place. But I have
been in Le Puy before and loved it. I am staying tonight at the
Accueil Pelerin St Jacques where Francis assures me there is a warm
welcome. And I am certainly looking forward to some more Pelerin
company!
Sent from my iPod"
Margaret,
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your tale and your pictures. You are so good at conveying the sense of "in the moment"! I can relate to your experiences as a solitary and occasionally hungry walker -- it was much the same in CZ and Germany this year. And the kindness of strangers is such a blessing! Maybe we can synch up the year to walk from Geneva ...
Best,
Kits
Kits, the solitary bit was definitely what I found the hardest, not so much during the walking day, but when I was all alone in a gite at night. The 'occasionally hungry' description fitted as well, as it wasn't so easy to come by food. I always admired those long distance pilgrims who had started way back in Holland or Germany or somewhere further, but now I have more understanding of what their experience was like before they struck Le Puy or some other more 'major' starting point. Some of the people who went out of their way to help me I will never be able to properly thank, and they might never know how much it meant to me both at the time, and in hindsight. But I remember them.
DeleteNot sure when I will make Geneva, but it is definitely in the back of my mind already!
Margaret