Can I just say that there are so many Brits here that my immersion is being interrupted. Also interrupted by typing in English. I am confused language wise.
So, I walk along as I was directed, and finally come to a fantastic large Gite for rent complete with white fence and roses. (Susie, I have the info.)
Howvever, my contact didn't say there was a detour because fallen rock had blocked the road. Of course, that could have happened centuries ago. The detour was straight uphill beside this Gite. I felt I was back at the Sanctuary, and back on the Camino with my backpack.