Camino de Santiago ……. My Journey….
It’s still dark, 7-30 in the morning, I stop and turn around to look at the now distant lights of the small Spanish village who’s cold empty streets I left behind me almost an hour ago. It’s now the very end of September and the night frosts of Northern Spain lie clearly in the fields and hedge bottoms. My fingers are cold; my feet still a little stiff, and my mind not yet fully functioning on the day ahead of me. Its beginning to get light and I can now just make out the outline of the church and by its side the pilgrims hostel where I spent the previous night. Soon it will be sunrise, a glowing ball of fire rising out of the valley,