On the road again

The last heats are less hard at the end of August. Night comes little by little earlier and earlier. September is near, autumn may be heard.

This morning of the end of August, I fetch the mares in the pasture. My sister is here. We saddle and leave. We leave for a raid.

The goal is to reach the sea, the ocean, the Atlantic. We received an invitation from the former owner of the red mule, and we accept. But now, time is short and good path should be made to complete this journey of almost 600 km in twenty days. we shall cross the Yvelines and Eure to reach the Seine Maritime, then the way back through the Oise and North of Yvelines. With Alix, we choose to travel very light, with the mares both saddled, no pack. All in all, water and food counted and providing a complete autonomy, there is less than 20 kg of luggage, divided over the two mares.

It hass been a long time since I last harnessed fonts and bags. It has been a long time since the mares and I left our travelers old routine. My old road companion anwers too to the call. It is indeed the doubt that shows itself, because the clock is ticking, the mares are not the most trained and I hardly finished the reeducation of a wrist broken and plastered, skewered still a few months ago.

This morning of the end of August, we hit the road and it is already late.