Cricklade and Friends

Early morning haze has become another beast entirely, grey brown tentacles spread out into the countryside follow the train tracks all the way to Swindon. Looking like the bedraggled backpackers we are, Alan (our new housesitting host) has no trouble identifying us as we leave the station. He is a friendly, fit looking older gentleman…

Catch Up

An unfortunate side effect of walking long distances over rough terrain is that by the time we arrive at our destination we find ourselves so exhausted that writing feels like climbing yet another mountain. Forgive us gentle reader and pour a glass of Vino Blanco (white wine) or the beverage of your choice, sit back…

Pam Plona to Uterga

We leave our hotel and walk towards Old Pamplona’s Main Street, the square of drunks bare at 7:00 am. Breakfast is fruit in the Parque de la Taconera, the sun yet to rise. We stride out into the new day glad to be walking again. The Camino is exceptionally well signed and making our way…