No sleep again. We'll get there. Missy is unsettled with the heat and weird noises of fans blasting and crickets chirping. Not to worry; the sun is beating and we decide to make the walk up to Vézelay as famille complète. Missy decides to go at the hill on Scooter, whilst we bemoan this choice and head on behind her, knowing full well in a few moments time I'll be carrying either Missy or the Scooter...or both. The sun is already hot and there's little to no wind, so the heat is stuffy and clingy.Sure enough we get to the marginally steeper section and the wee bullet has given up; too hot Daddy. We discuss best way to get her up this hill and after much protestation and deliberation, we opt for bullet on Daddy's shoulders with Mama carrying scooter.Oh boy is it hot. I'm taking baby steps up this hill, loaded with a full backpack, 4kg worth of camera strapped to my shoulder and a tiny little Scottish girl on my shoulders. It's hard, hard work getting up this incline and I've resigned myself to the full body sweat. Missy yawns and rests her head on her hand; this is hard work Daddy.We get to the flat before either heading upwards to mid-way Main Street, or downwards to the base of the hill; we need baguettes so head downwards through the tree cover to buy some before heading all the way up to the Abbey. Missy is walking now but giving us the runaround. We write her mischief off to the increasing heat and being 3 years old.