She's Gone Walkabout

walkabout – a journey of one's choosing to satisfy the need to be somewhere else

After our unexpected long walk yesterday we didn’t rise til 7. Often we would be leaving by now. After a cafe con leche and a croissant we pried ourselves out of the door at 8. I felt a drop of moisture and held my hands skyward. No no the owner said no rain. It only took 10 minutes for the weather gods to prove her wrong. Thirty minutes later we donned or waterproofs as the no no rain persisted. Thankfully it was only light.

Once again we followed the yellow arrows down billy goat tracks.

Through old towns and dairy farms in the no no rain.

As we entered Sarria, a detour. The old bridge was having what appeared to be a major upgrade.

Scallop shells

and murals lined our walk

We came to the old granite steps that lead to the old part of town

The once vibrant pilgrim mural now just a shade of its old self

Sarria the starting point of many. Those with limited time often begin here. It is approximately 110 kilometres to Santiago. To receive a Compostela you need to walk at least 100 kilometres so it is the perfect starting place.

The Torre de Sarria. This 14th -15th century fortress was built on top of the original 12th century castle

The no no rain gave us a bit of respite and we walked around the old city wall. There was a local market being set up and we bought a few nectarines for a second breakfast.

The old monastery as we left Sarria

Locals. The old dog looking back to make sure she is still behind him. He paused at their gate as she walked in ahead of him.

More locals

Moss covered sone fences

Not a huge walk today but the no no rain persisted until we had stopped for the day. We are in the very small town of Morgade in a lovely casa. And it was Early To Bed Dave today. Think he is trying to catch up on a bit of lost sleep. He has been socialising a bit to hard lately. The sign out front says it all.