This is it. My last day following lovely people. I know its a shorter day, only about 22K instead of 32 but we arrange breakfast at 7am. I don’t know why I say ‘arranged’ because the little dining room come bar is deserted. To be fair, the young man the previous night was barman, waiter, server of food and everything. I guess he needed a lie in. It was a ghost room, especially after creaking down the uneven dark wooden steps. There was breakfast alright, but it had been set out from the night before, croissant in plastic bags, orange juice in containers, flask of cold coffee???…he tried I guess. I still made the ham and cheese sandwich though. It’s staple diet here. The door was locked and the only way to get out I discovered after several stupid minutes was to press the buzzer….daaaaH!
I was out and ready for the off when I realise I had left my sticks inside!! It was deserted and the door locks behind you!! I could see someone shuffling through the window. It was Jan, the man with Parkinson’s who we had bandaged up early in the previous week.
”Jan, Jan can you get my sticks for me and pass them through the window?”….well I said it in French in desperation. Sure enough with his lovely smile, he shuffled over and passed them to me.
”You saved my life” I said…..See, I guess if you do a good turn it is always given back to you!!!
Notice the STONY path.