A Pena to O Logoso - A walk with no name.

‘The heat was hot (well der) and the ground was dry. . . ‘ except for this stream to cool my feet minutes from my destination. If today’s walk had a name, it would be ‘a walk with no name’. The point was simply to get there.
Around 30 km to travel with afternoon heat expected -good idea to start early.
Some roadside shuffling followed by shaded forest.
Not much on offer food wise So Sancho and I took solace and prayed for an open bar.
Still nothing - only countryside . .  Corn fields 
Paths that seem to stretch on forever. 
and rich countryside with plenty of water. 
and apples’
Early afternoon sun and walking roadside again 
Today’s walk reached a high point of bleakness when I got to this section of footpath. The uneven broken surface is such that ‘gravity leaps like a knife off the pavement.’
I stopped for a Coke and a couple of Camino Smarties.
I was nearly there. A short climb towards the wind turbines
With attractive vistas to the valley below.
Followed by a short descent to a shady stream.
My feet appreciated a quick dip.
Within minutes, there were plants and birds and rocks and things, and the air was full of sound. I was there. 
Today’s Camino with the heat and the distance was  tough. I was happy to arrive and settle in my own room.
The Albergue is comfortable - Just the thing to prepare for tomorrow’s walk to the end of the earth, Finisterre - the most westerly point of Spain.
That’s for sure! I did today.

- Thank you, America for your ‘Horse with no name’; and Paul Simon for your ‘Song about the moon’