The last couple of days into Santiago.
There is not a lot to say about these few days. There was not a lot to see as my head, and body, were bent to the wind and rain. By the end of each day I was soaked through, and even though I had waterproofed my boots it made no difference, and after a few hours I was squelching my way along with each step. I had a message from Jill, after my last day into Santiago, who was keeping an eye on the weather and she informed me that the wind had gusts of 80 kms an hour. The last two days the path is often through eucalyptus plantations. I won’t go into the environmental damage that this has done to this part of Spain, but with my memory of what transpired in our last storm just before I left you can guess I was planning each sprint through the sections of forest! The wind was howling above me in the treetops, and the trees themselves were bending and swaying as the wind whistled through them. I was particularly nervous when I came to areas where felling had occurred, as I knew that t...
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