After miles of dodging speeding cars on flat, narrow roads, suddenly a path down to a ford, where the water was white with acacia blossom. These are the moments that give relish to the day.
Then along gravel, into a cooling but quite strong headwind, and so into Fiorenzuola, where the parrocchia was closed to pilgrims, so I went for lunch with some Danish cyclists who have just braved the 1.5m deep snow at St Bernard, and aim to be in Rome next Thursday.
Today was the first time I met any other pilgrims going south since Vercelli, but these were all cyclists, and I look forward to seeing another walker heading in the same direction. So far all walking pilgrims have been heading the other way...is there something I should know?
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