Over the summit at O’Cebreiro just in time for a stunning sunrise. The cloud at the pass all glows golden in the new sunshine.
Many new pilgrims joining the Camino and I begin to miss having the way all to myself with no one else in sight. I gather the last 50 miles becomes one long procession.
With way marks now at every half kilometre it really starts to feel that the sands of time are running out.
We also to share the path with the local cattle off to pasture and they leave their fragrant marks on the way.