This too shall pass

Today, we had a merciful break from the rain, although it was really windy.  Tomorrow morning, it looks like one last spell of rain as we start the day followed by more wind - but it’s possible that will be the end of this bad weather for a while, (Frank - it certainly is possible). The forecast thereafter looks good.  It can’t come soon enough.  

(Frank - As it happens it did actually rain which wasn’t much fun while walking three to four hours in the open plains and high wins.  I wonder if Vic made it through ok? Naw, only joking, he did as he continues to confound the critics and soldiers on, for a first Camino I have to doff the cap to him, 40 Kms today, another marathon!) 






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