You leave Saint-Sever behind you, and the abbey town slowly fades away at your back. At first there are still quiet little streets, then the countryside takes over: fields, patches of woodland, small lanes. Softly rolling, and nowhere really steep.
The differences in height are minor. You climb and descend a little, but you never get really high. It’s one of those days when you find your rhythm without trying and let your thoughts wander wherever they like. Hagetmau comes into view without any drama, an ordinary French small town that you stroll quietly into. Around 16 kilometres is a little over 4 hours of walking, so you’ll be done by early afternoon. That leaves time to do your washing, have something to eat and put your feet up for a while.