The sun came out around ten o'clock, it got pretty warm. Yesterday I had left my everyday life behind, now I left the one of the people of Aire sur l'Adour behind.
The backpack does not appear to be as heavy as before, I am getting further and further away from the busier streets, until the only thing I hear are the birds singing their songs. No more noise made by humans, I am walking in a forest for a while, it is all very calm, everyday thoughts and worries stay behind, a little more with every step.
It is a walk of 20km to Miramont-Sensacq, I am the only one on the road today. Every once in a while I am passing a farm, people are saying Hello. I talk to a farmer on his old bike for a while - it is interesting how quickly you are being identified by others as a pilgrim and automatically start to identify yourself in the same way.
I am reaching Miramont early in the evening, the gîte (hostel) is not closed, you can simply enter. A note tells you to put the eight Euros to stay a night in a letterbox. I have the gîte for myself. It is a nice little town, I am sitting in the sun next to the church on a small hill.