Well, we only got to walk for a week, as after trying to let our house for ages finally someone is interested, so I have to shift furniture. We had a great time though, from near home (St Savin) to Le Dorat, including some very hot weather, a mega storm to end it, and camping in people's back gardens and fields. I will be off again towards the end of the month, so will keep you posted.
Now, Dalie and the flight of steps.....
On the Camino del Norte there is some lovely walking, and some horrible roads. This was a little different, a costal path with splendid views. Only snag, a staircase to get to it! Now I didn't actually realise such was the case, so set out in the morning as per usual, following the for once visible waymarking. Which after a bit pointed straight UP. Seventy five steps, a bit wider than a house staircase and a bit shallower in height. Usual sort of space to put the feet. No handrail, so I reconed if push came to shove we could escape to the side and struggle up through the trees. So, quick word to St James and I ask Dalie what she thinks to it. She takes a look and with a little persuasion (sugar lumps) makes a start. Does about ten steps and says "what about another sugar lump?"
Seems reasonable, so out comes the emergency donkey fuel bag and off we go again. Ten more steps and we meet some people coming down the steps. Dalie gets cuddled and admired, decides she wants to follow them down. Is dissuaded by forcible speech and yanks on headcollar. More sugar lumps.
Half way up she wants a rest. We escape to side and are nearly mown down by a mountain bike weaving through the close planted trees......
After a lot more of this sort of thing we reach the top. The next ten people we meet ask us how we got up there......