Climbing three hundred metres is easier in the dark
In which a hermit’s life appears attractive
The Camino will provide, or so they say
My blisters bring good luck
We survived Death Valley!
Our early start puts me straight in to the gutter
In which John goes down on one knee
The landscape is changing – the mountains and the valleys have changed to rolling hills and big skies, skies that remind us of home.
From chaos to peace
It’s sunshine and olive groves all the way