We found the article on walking in Provence (October 2018, issue 241) interesting as, starting in 1995, we walked from the Italian border, partly through the Gorges du Verdon and over Mont Ventoux, to cross the Rhône at Pont-st-esprit. Very few kilometres inland, the contrast with the bustling coast is striking – it is empty country to the extent that it could be difficult to find accommodation. Our daily average was 25km but was occasionally longer to find a bed for the night. A further difficulty was that our route was at right angles to the river valleys, so no sooner had we gained height, then it was down again to cross another river. We climbed out of the Verdon valley and at the top, saw to our right the incredible blue colour of the Lac de Sainte-croix. In the far distance beyond, an unbroken sheet of mauve lavender at Mt Ventoux; over a week’s walk away, and at our feet, a steep descent to Moustiers. Our destination was Fourras on the Atlantic coast, to be done in two stages but in mid-may it snowed on Mt Ventoux, Jackie slipped and broke her arm, thus cutting short the first stage. The following year we resumed our walk from Malaucène and in two stages reached the Atlantic. In 1992, having decided to move to France, we walked from La Manche to the Méditerranée, from Ouistreham to Hérault, which took nine weeks. Waiting to board a ferry at Ouistreham, Jackie had seen a notice ‘GR 36 Les Pyrénées’ and said “When we retire we can do that” It was an extraordinary experience. We saw it as a sort of pilgrimage to a new home and a new life.