We were very weary when we woke up this morning and it was a real struggle to get going, most of my thoughts were about how great it would be to finish and not have to put on boots and a pack each morning. Just as we were leaving town we met a french pilgrim who we had shared a room with in Cahors - his wife had fallen over the day before and broken her arm and their pilgrimage was over. Hearing this my thoughts changed completely, suddenly I was extremely greatful to be able to put boots on sore feet and continue walking towards Santiago. Sometimes it’s so easy to take things for granted.

This is the second time their pilgrimage had been interrupted by an accident - last year they had to cancel due to a death in the family so hopefully they will be able to continue on at a later stage.

Another hard day - I think there is something about towns with Saint in the name that makes them difficult to walk towards, not really sure why this is but the corellation between difficult days and Saintly destinations is incredibly high.