13/02/23 – 14/02/23 58 km Two days left! The first of which would be a monster, as I attempted to walk fifty five kilometres to spend my penultimate in Barcelona before ambling down to the Sagrada Familia on the final day. With that in mind I was up at the crack of dawn on Day …
06/02/23 – 12/02/23 211 km After more than five months on the road I was about to start the final full week of walking. I left Pertusa at the crack of dawn and made my way out of the village into an open expanse of farmland. Field after field of frosty produce glistened in the …
30/01/23 – 05/02/23 221 km I left Tiebas before 8 o’clock. It was still dark, but I had no choice, the Albergue in the next town didn’t open until February so I would have to complete two stages in one day. I hadn’t done a fifty kilometre day since Galicia and I knew it would …
23/01/23 – 29/01/23 158 km I followed the road out of San Sebastián to the small village of Lezo. I had to go this way as those walking the Camino usually crossed the river downstream by boat which of course wasn’t an option for me. I was feeling fresh after two day’s rest and managed …
16/01/23 – 22/01/23 128 km The rain is back! By the time I had walked two hundred metres to my local for my final breakfast I was wet through. It was gonna be a long day. I followed the river out of Bilbao, passing the Guggenheim on the way before embarking on a gruelling climb …
09/01/23 – 15/01/23 206 km What a night in the tent! It rained torrentially from the moment I got inside until 4am. Remarkably when I stumbled out just after 8 o’clock everything was bone dry. I broke camp before daybreak and set off towards Serdio, climbing endlessly along the edge of a working mine, using …
02/01/23 – 08/01/23 125 km There are some things in life that you can’t plan. I still can’t believe how lucky I was, that after four months on the road, I was in exactly the same place as Cristina for New Year’s Eve! It really is remarkable when you think about it. I didn’t walk …
19/12/22 – 25/12/22 207 km My second night in the old schoolhouse wasn’t as comfortable as the first. The wind was howling through every crack in the brickwork and water was hammering down on the roof. I gave up pretending to sleep at 7am. When I opened the shutters I could see horizontal rain illuminated …
12/12/22 – 18/12/22 216 km The forecast for Monday was bleak. There were warnings of extreme levels of rainfall and electrical storms. Despite my desire to make progress, I knew it wouldn’t be today. I spent the majority of the day hand washing my clothes, a task passersby may argue I had neglected over the …
05/12/22 – 11/12/22 224 km I spent the first twenty minutes of Week 15 taping my feet up. When I finished I was finally able to force them into my boots and escape the chill of the Albergue. It was still pitch black when I left, but fortunately the path was easy to follow without …
