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2017 E5 walk, day 38: L’Anglaicherie to la Filtière

Section 9, Day 38
L'Anglaicherie
1°8′36.9″W
48°41′38.4″N
La Filtière
1°2′6.2″W
48°45′19.5″N
low 54 °F
high 73 °F
40,740 steps
16.5 miles

I headed back into Brécey for pastries, I believe from from Bou­lan­ge­rie Pâtisserie de Saint Denis, and then trekked back to the trail. At the start of the day, the trail was muddy, almost swampy, but it dried up pretty quickly.

This was another day that didn’t stick in my memory very well, perhaps because I didn’t take very many pictures.1 The map shows that I descended into several stream valleys and climbed back out again, and the stair-climbing data from my phone supports that.

A small stone building with a steep roof sits at the edge of a lawn; a bell-gable at one end is topped by a small cross.  A one-lane road heads away to the southwest, curving to the right around the building; on the far side of the road from the chapel is what appears to be a stone barn or stable.  The ground slopes down to the right; trees are visible at the far left and right of the photo, as well as beyond a field in the far distance.  The sky is overcast.
This chapel was in the village of Signy, apparently dating to 1620.

I ate lunch2 at a brasserie in Cuves called à la Cuvée Normande, a straightforward entree with sides from a buffet. Like previously in Saint-Gonnery, I got a few strange looks from the regulars, but it was nice to sit down for a meal that was slightly more formal than crêpes, or a sandwich while I walked.

Below to the north-northwest, a wooden bridge crosses a rocky stream, with a single rough handrail on one side.  The stream flows from the upper right of the photo to the lower left; the trail curves to the right from the far side of the bridge, paralleling the stream.  Trees lean over the stream and trail, and ferns and grasses line the banks.
Shortly before the town of Saint-Pois, the trail crossed over this stream, named le Glanon.

Shortly before the town of Saint-Michel-de-Montjoie, near the mark on the map called la Filtière, I left the trail and headed west-north­west along a country road to la Tentonnière, where I splurged on a B&B after camping for nearly a week straight. The owners, from Ireland if I recall correctly, appeared to have converted a former barn into a very nice B&B. I was the only guest for the night, and had a nice dinner, a good shower, and a solid night of sleep.

Map of the day’s route.

  1. I’ve found that reviewing the photos I took, and to a lesser degree tracing the route on the map, has really strengthened my memories of the walk. ↩︎

  2. Here’s an example of my memory being jogged by photos: I never took a photo of this place (in general, I tried not to take pictures of people; negotiating consent is hard enough in my native language). However, I remembered eating lunch at a place immediately after turning a corner to the right, and based on the timestamps of the surrounding photos, this lined up nicely. ↩︎