I’m often asked “why do you walk in Spain? What about the Bibulman, that’s right here in Western Australia and so accessible.”

The only answer I usually give is rather a cliched one of “Because I can” (and for a more detailed answer see blog of :Porque Caminando?,26/5/2018).

Today though by my answer is “because I’m able to right now and I might not be around to do it later”…..etc. This late morning though, slogging out km through a not especially attractive countryside, with small hamlets without bars so no coffee, hitting bitumen at times, avoiding cow pats and stones with my poles, I answer with no real conviction. In fact the dark realisation taking shape in this heat and sparseness is: “well I can’t do it“

And the other related question: do I want to do it ?

The most interesting landmarks, or walk marks today apart from the faded wooden door heading this post have been the herds of cows crossing a small stream in front of us or staring immobile as we passed ( probably the only interesting thing they have seen for weeks), and the large sheepdog sitting quietly watching as we passed.

There you are I am so done in I’ve forgotten the Menhir we viewed a few km back. Medieval. There are 42 of them in Cantabria I think the notice said. So others trekked across this landscape thousands of years ago, and I bet they were not as ungrateful as I am. The Olvidado should have stayed forgotten, in my view right now.

Past 5 o’clock we limped into this large town of Aguilar de Campoo and my first, not very nice thought, was to do with a mix of poo and eagles at sight of the industrial edge. But … ..BAR . Coca-Cola Zero and cerveza. It’s starting to seem a smidgen better already as I plonk my stiff thighs onto the stool. Next up to find a bed .

And here we are this morning. I can feel the ground. I can move my legs. A day off today and life is ok again. After a few coffees we’re off to explore this town.