This morning we were greeted with a fine drizzle and saw the world through a fine mist. Little did I realise as the rain disappeared 5Km down the road that this was the last rain I would see for the rest of the journey.

The scenery today was like Dartmoor without the Tors but a hill called Alto de Mostelares made it interesting for eyes and lungs. Just before we reached the Alberge I passed a bridge that was being rebuilt next to a beautiful planted wood, instead of barricading the pillars of the bridge they were using divers...interesting technique.

I shared a room with a German couple who were on their way home the next day, also in the bar were Olaf and Olivia. Olivia had left her mobile phone at the last nights village. One of the Spaniards at the bar called Luis (pictured below) and his friend who's name I do not know volunteered to go with Olaf to collect it. They didn't want money they just wanted to help. One of several examples of great kindness I experienced as a 'grim. Talking to Luis later, I discovered that he and his friend were divers at the bridge. Incidentally it might be only 30km by the footpath, but the journey was 120km return, by road.