A simple and short day. One of the few days that have dawned clear skied. It gets hot quickly, I do not miss my sweater, and there are hills to climb through the countryside, so that I am sweating with hard work. No sooner had my day begun, had I bought my daily baguette and visited the supermarket, did I arrive at my destination, descending into the small village of Cubnezais from St Savin. So I stretched out in the heat, on the grass of Number 5 rue des Plantes, and napped and read, and drank a bottle of cider, while I waited for my hosts to arrive. Tired and lazy, 916km since Nantes, I looked forward to my stay in this sleepy village, a little north of Bourdoux. I do a sketch that I hope will develop into a series of postcards. Given time.