It was a cold and stormy night. Pilgrims are writing in their diaries as the rain pelted down outside.
I started a fire with some wood left in the Rufugio, however we ran out quickly, so I went outside and ended up scavaging a pallet to burn.
Hmm, the fireplace could do with a bit of a clean.
This is this part of the Camino where you walk along a straight dusty hot stifling road for about 20-30 kilometres. I drives you mad. However the yellow brown round haybales set against the solid blue sky was just waiting to have its photo taken.
Hmm, I wonder why one of the towns is called Carrion de los Condes.
Interesting carvings on the columns of the Fromista Church. Dragons and monsters and deamons and whatnot.