Sunday, 30 April 2023

on the way from Muxia to finisterre



I had such a wonderful time on this stretch of the camino. The joy of walking out and the pain of going uphill when every piece of my gravity says gently downhill works. Think water of Leith or even a canal. I can do flat level too. This felt like Edinburgh and the radical road never ends. I've never lied about how much I love the weight I shift if I walk up hill but equally I could walk all day on the flat! This hill was our Camino moment.

Wednesday, 26 April 2023

Snug as a smug thing

Yes, it pays to play the game and we pulled it off again 

Si and I found ourselves 3 seats in an otherwise busy plane on our way to walk to finisterre.

I'll never tire of the slight of hand that gets me great seats almost ever time I fly.

It's a patience that seems to grow with my age and as a reward I always thank ryanair and buy a few wee bottles of red.