Last night’s communal refugio did not offer breakfast so it was off to the local bar for coffee and croissants before starting walking. If we knew what lay ahead we’d have had something more substantial.
Commemorative plaque for the 2004 holy year. A holy year occurs approximately every 7 years when the Feast of St James falls on a Sunday.
Window security is taken seriously in this part of Spain!
We’ve found pot plant gardens everywhere – even right on the street!
Mossaic tiles clad this house.
In the distance is where we started our walk yesterday.
Helen smelling wild roses along the track.
Ba’s unsuccessful attempt at getting an orange to fall off the overhanging fruit tree.
A traditional community well and clothes washing area allowed us to top up our water bottles with beautiful spring water.
Morning rest stop with an opportunity to finish drying damp washing.
Helen’s delight at finding her lost camera that was left in the grass at the rest stop.
A creative scallop shell – a pilgrims sign.
Geoff helping a local woman with a scythe – a pre whipper snipper approach to clearing up a yard!
Stripping off some clothes – it’s getting hotter as the day goes by.
Dappled shade keeps the track cool.
Cats sleeping in the dogs kennel.
Pauline perched in front of a traditional corn/grain storage area sited high above possible vermin.
Bill and Pauline beside the mill stream where the corn was ground.
Two beautiful sights – the beach and……
The two Irish amongst us went for a swim before a very late lunch but the Australians thought the water too cold!
So they had a doze instead.
Starting the big climb after lunch.
Geoff showing what the Camino sign looks like.
Ba, when asked how much further we had to go said ‘you’ll know how far you’ll have to go when you get there’
Today’s walk was a very big one. We set off planning on 22km but in practice did many more than 30 arriving at our destination at 745pm after leaving at 845am. A very long day indeed!
This all came about because we managed to get lost several times due to poor signage, lack of sufficient maps amongst the group and us losing sight of walkers ahead and behind us. Cardinal bush walking sins!
Peter had sustained an injury to his right shin area presumably on our tough Le Puy French Camino. As he was walking slowly he set off while the group was resting at the top of a hill. I caught him up. At some ambigious signage we set off down a steep hill noting after some time a lack of markers. However we didn’t turn back ever hopeful we’d see another marker. But this didn’t happen and eventually we really didn’t know where we were.
Unfortunately our GPS was not charged so it couldn’t help us either. After many extra kms and the help of the Guardia Civil as well as helpful locals (with no English) we managed to limp into a hotel overlooking Mino before it got dark.
Here in the bar the two helpful members of the Guardia Civil joined u