This was the first rainy day, and the first with proper hills. I left Jo and Alex in the morning, since we were going a different route to Reims (pronounced ‘flem’), and struggled up the hills into driving rain and a horrible headwind. I stopped at another war memorial. I’ve been to lots in the past, but as before, it was very emotional. It was certainly of the beaten track, and on a hill side, and it must have been a bloody battle. A lot of the graves were unmarked, just saying ‘known unto god’.

I made it to the tourist office in Reims, to once again find out there is no campsite, but guess what – there’s one 15km down the road! I went to the internet cafe, and sent a few quick emails, and then on to the campsite. I wasn’t expecting Jo and Alex, but later in the evening they turned up 🙂