The steeplejack was just trying to be helpful.

When I asked for water, he pointed to a tap, to which was attached a yellow hose that ran 100 feet up to the top of the spire of the little church in Le Petit Celand. I gesticulated about the hose, so he kindly removed it. It had occurred to me, but sadly not to the steeplejack, that 100ft of water in a hosepipe might come out at some pressure: and it did! Water gushed all over him and as he gamely held it to his chest, whilst still keeping the tap open to fill my can. I said “Merci monsieur”, but he just scowled at me and wrang the water out of his shirt!

Mike, an English man from Northamptonshire, who lived in the village, said that the steeple looked like the leaning Tower of Piza before they started!

Today has been a day of streams and drovers paths through the hills. The dogs dive into every stream to cool off. A great telief to be back where water is plentiful. We have been walking along the southern ridge of a large glacial valley that runs East/West and pushed ourselves to get to Cuves. Arroving at 8.45PM, the brasserie/ boulangerie was closed, so put the tent up in a field on the northern side of the village.