I had originally decided to follow Anne Mustoe’s route across Europe which involved following the Roman road called the via Romea Francigena.
I’m in Anlier 20km from Arlon, sat in a wooden bus shelter. Today my legs don’t want to work, they ache like hell.
I headed up the hill pushing the bike out of Leglise and for the next mile there were donkeys in the fields on both sides of the road. I had to laugh as they came from the far side of the field and walked with me, there were five of them on one-sided and three on the other, when I stopped, they stopped.
When in a very dark, massive forest on your own late at night, lots of things go through your head, like this would be ideal for an axe wielding maniac to jump out from behind a tree and kill me.
I pushed the bike uphill for at least an hour then had to stop for a rest, the birds were singing the sun was shining and I was feeling positive, especially as the sun was out at last.
The weather outside the tent was windy in the early hours with some showers, I got up at 09:00 and went to the shower block to freshen up and hoped a hot shower would relive the aches and pains.