You’ll feel this day mostly in your feet. At around 37 kilometres it’s a long one, and the hills count too: constantly up, constantly down again, without ever getting really steep. It’s not a day for highlights, but for rhythm. Find your own pace, eat on time and let the kilometres come. You’ll be on the road for about 11 hours.
The landscape is open and peaceful. Fields, farms and a big sky above you. There’s plenty of time to think, or to think about nothing at all. Towards the end of the afternoon your body starts to protest, but Morlaàs is getting closer. You walk into the town with heavy legs and a contented mind. Behind you the ridges lie soft and golden in the late light.