More forest

The forest that we are walking through is one of the largest wooded areas in France and will take us three days to cross. Today has been day two. Much of it is cultivated pine forest with trees in serried rows that stretch for miles. In other places the trees have been harvested leaving behind great swathes of bare churned up sand with a few pine roots scattered about. It seems that cutting the trees is less favoured than uprooting them bodily with great hydraulic grapples.

We stopped to ask for water at a house we passed and were welcomed in, given the desired water and cold fruit juices by a lovely couple. The gentleman's accent was impenetrable and terse. He called bread "peng"

I had got my shoes wet falling into the river the previous day and so I walked in a pair of poorly engineered sandals today. My feet ache horribly as a result, I hope that the shoes are all dry tomorrow.