I've just been doing some measuring.

Day 1 walked 2.46km
Day 2 flew 9.69km, walked 12.29km
Day 3 flew 4.26km, walked 18.96km
Day 4 flew 7.29km
Day 5 walked 17.72km, got picked up, then flew 52.23km

I have added my pictures to flickr.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29290831@N08/

Hi, I'm back home with Mum and Dad again.
Thanks to Dad for writing the blog for me.
It was fairly accurate considering I only spoke for about a minute each day and then sometimes via Mum.
The main error is that I didn't walk down from Les Trois Eveches yesterday ( I'm not sure it would be possible, my leg was really sore from all the walking in the morning ).
I simply re-launched and continued my flight to St. Vincent Les Forts. It was a scary launch, from a turbulent, rocky slope with a vertical drop behind it. As I started to launch, a gust suddenly lifted me and I had to control the wing, whilst airborne, before turning round. I am glad to be alive, as I could have easily been dragged over the edge of a 100m cliff. Yesterday's flying, about 4 and a half hours, was by far the most epic flying I have ever done. Flying next to barren cliff faces at over 2500m above sea level. It was lovely being up so high, where the air is cool. Down in the valleys the air is so hot in August, that I can barely survive, so with the hard walking I was doing, I was eating almost nothing and starting to feel poorly.
Yesterday morning I walked 16km of the 21km to St. Andre, before getting a lift. With my 20kg bag ( about 17kg, plus 3 litres of water ), my sore leg was so bad that it will take a few days to recover. Accepting a lift means that I have failed in my mission, and I have got a lot of stuff I want to do at home ( my milling machine is waiting to be played with ), so last night I started hitch-hiking home. The lift I got took me all the way to his home town near Sisteron, left me at a camp-site, and then picked me up this morning and took me to Toulon, where I got the TGV to Nice and then I got the next EasyJet to Bristol, where Dad picked me up and now I'm home.
My mission was a failure, but it was an epic experience and has taught me loads of lessons. If I try again, I need to do some training first, so my legs don't let me down. Also, I need to do my walking early in the morning, maybe when it is still dark, rather than in the afternoon. As it was I was doing a small flight, walking in the heat, and then waiting in the coolness of the morning, until the thermals began. Also, I need to carry less weight. I don't think I really need a tent or a sleeping mat. I was still bitten by horse-flies on my legs during the day, and I could wear socks at night. Also I took some spare clothes. This was unnecessary weight. I was able to wash my clothes in the shower, and it's quite nice to wear wet clothes when you are over-hot. However, it might be quite nice just to have a holiday without any walking and with an air-conditioned hotel, one day.
I have some photos. There are not very good, but I will put them on flickr tomorrow and post a link. Dan.

Dan phoned again at about 9:15 p.m. sounding dispirited. Yesterday was a very hard one. He had made a landing on jagged razor sharp limestone in turbulent conditions which was some thing he didn't wish to repeat. He had to resign himself to walking. To those who have done Striding Edge or Crib Goch in gale will have some idea of what he was up against. Alone at 8,000 ft, knackered and carrying an awkward 23kg pack brings home the realities and risk of what is being done. He reached a point on a ridge which was too dangerous to pursue. Backtracking was the only alternative. He eventually walked down to St Vincent-les-Forts from where he phoned to say that he had failed and would return home as soon as possible. Badly blistered feet, legs turned to jelly and battered by the extremes of heat and cold he had had enough of looking death in the face.

(look on Google Earth: 44' 17' 5.27' N, 6' 30' 10.7' E, where a photo can be seen showing Arete de l'Estrop au Puy de la Seche, for an illustration of the sort of terrain involved)

Needless to say, as his dad, I am grateful to accept his decision.

Blog timed at 3:50 p.m. Phone call about 2:30 p.m. Dan intended to walk from Castellane to St-Andre-les-Alpes along the sides of the lakes but someone kindly gave him a lift. From St-Andre I assume he must have done some walking uphill to reach a launch site and then managed a flight of 34km to end up at les Trois Eveches. At the time of his call he was walking the Tete de l'Estrop, marked on the map at 2,961m,
which is about 8,000ft above sea level. He said the temperature up there is a lot more comfortable than down in the valleys and the panorama is spectacular. Let's hope the altitude doesn't cause oxygen starvation.

Dan phoned again about noon. He confirmed that today is a rest day mainly because of a large blister on his foot. His mum asked if he had used one of the high-tech anti-blister plasters that she had provided. He hadn't. Perhaps he will. He walked into Castellane for a meal which he couldn't manage to finish. It brings to mind the state of concentration camp inmates who were killed by the provision of normal food when they were liberated.
I thank the comment about time zone. I have changed it and will find out if it is correct in a few moments.

Blog timed at 11:28 a.m. British Summer Time. Phone call at 10:40 a.m. Dan slept last night in his tent in the wilderness running low on food and water. He took off too early this morning and has ended up near Chaudanne which is at the southern end of the lakes which have Saint-Andre-les-Alps at their northern end. He mentioned having booked into a camp site which has a restaurant and won't be doing any more flying today. Hopefully a bit of civilisation will enable him to replenish his fuel tanks and have shower which will affect his sense of proportion. His manner on the phone indicated disappointment in having covered far less distance than he had hoped. Dehydration and starvation combined with walking up significant hills is bound to lead to misjudgement.