On Monday 7 Sep, I was walking (with fellow pilgrim Paul) the last few kilometres into Burgos. It was a hot and dustry and for the first time since leaving SJPP I felt really weary. We left the airport perimeter fence and joined the main road - a real muddle of roadworks, diversions but fortunately plenty of yellow arrows to mark the route. I turned to Paul and, slightly tongue in cheek, said, 'do you think there is a little man with a pot of yellow paint over his arm and a paintbrush in his hand walking the Camino ahead of us?' A couple of hundred metres further on we found ourselves searching for an arrow - none to be seen. At that moment a short, elderly man crossed the road in front of us - yes you guessed it - he had a pot of yellow paint over his arm and a paintbrush in his hand, and he proceeded to paint a yellow arrow on the corner of the wall in front of us. Talk about the Camino providing what you need, when you need it!