A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
I'd got up early and decided to walk into the village to the bakers. This was taken at just after 6.00am. Click on the picture to see a panorama.
Just as I was taking this photo Jackie, the woman I'd met the day before, came across the bridge with the same plan - going to the bakers. We strolled and chatted, something we'd end up doing quite a few times during the day.
This was the view from the other side of the bridge, looking south. It's early and so you can still see a bit of mist over the river, which is like a mirror, not a ripple.
I bought my provisions and decided to explore the village a little. I made my way up to the church on the hill, thinking I'd find a town square with a bar or somesuch, but there was nothing. I did, however, have the good fortune to meet someone coming out of the church and got into a most interesting conversation about the meaning of life, the changes in village life, and his job, having come out of retirement to do it, of training vets.