I overdid it during my walk to Shepherdswell. Following the fast pace of the French who do long walks twice a month was too fast for me and with no rest I was punished. The last kilometer was agony.  I got a pain in my left thigh. It was better but not good on Sunday morning, so I listened to my body and decided not to walk but took the train to Dover and the ferry to Calais. It also meant I had time to send my sleeping bag and sleeping pad and some small bits back to London, which cut the weight. The result of a day of inactivity and my short  2km walk from the ferry to to my accomodation is that I feel refreshed and without pain ready for tomorrows walk of 25km. It is along the beach from Calais to Sangatte and then inland along a stretch of an old Roman road that goes straight like a bullet to Guines, tomorrows stop. I discoverd this path a couple of years ago. On detailed French maps. Today it is  just a combination of foot paths, farm tracks and local roads. I am excited to finally walk it. I can feel the history under my feet.