This is my ceremonious dropping of the boots into the sea at finisterre - I dunno what stopped me - the hand of St Jacques or just the fact my socks were minging and I thought 'throw them too'.
The socks have had a hard time. I bought two pairs for the walk. I took them both out for a stroll before leaving and handwashed them for practice.
Unfortunately I only took one pair with me the other pair are still on the radiator at home. That is the only thing I forgot. On the walk itself I have left nothing at any albergue or hotel. It's quite a feat for me. After a month you usually lose a towel, two pairs of socks and at least one t-shirt. Mind you there is time yet....
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