Cold, damp and miserable is how you would describe this morning. The town was shrouded in a damp mist which didn’t lift until about 10:30-11:00.



The mist has lifted by the time we got to Melide. Where we stopped for lunch.

Pickled Pheasant salad

A real burger

Old Chapel at cemetery

Decisions, Decisions
This happens from time to time along the Camino, it can split into two official routes.

Jayne crossing a stream ahead, while buskers played traditional Galician music. Very surreal.

Small shack selling berries

Berries growing next to the shack

It took nearly all day but the pilgrim horde dropped back and we had the path to ourselves for a while.


