bystander
Veteran Member
If things had gone to plan in only a few days from I would have been starting my first Camino.
As I have written elsewhere illness, injury and medical advice disrupted and made me postpone those plans for a year.
Still in recovery from my latest bout with the medics I, yesterday, went shopping. Having shopped I staggered with two bags of goods the 40 metres back to my car.
Having dumped the bags in the car I slumped in pain, gasping for breath like a fish out of water, and thought "What an idiot, what a mess and you're dreaming of walking 800km across Spain. Forget it fool. Read the runes."
Returning home I dropped into an armchair, regained my breath and turned on the television.
The first programme that flickered onto the screen was a travel log of two men making a journey from Santander to Santiago de Compostela.
As I have written elsewhere illness, injury and medical advice disrupted and made me postpone those plans for a year.
Still in recovery from my latest bout with the medics I, yesterday, went shopping. Having shopped I staggered with two bags of goods the 40 metres back to my car.
Having dumped the bags in the car I slumped in pain, gasping for breath like a fish out of water, and thought "What an idiot, what a mess and you're dreaming of walking 800km across Spain. Forget it fool. Read the runes."
Returning home I dropped into an armchair, regained my breath and turned on the television.
The first programme that flickered onto the screen was a travel log of two men making a journey from Santander to Santiago de Compostela.