One of my favourite things about the Camino is its sense of humour. I was on the Camino Frances heading towards Boadilla de Camino. The past two days had been fairly horrendous with the lack of beds resulting in 30k days. And here I was in yet another 30-35k day situation. I was feeling very sorry for myself. My feet were sore and I was moaning away inside my head. I felt very hard done by and was really wallowing in self-pity as I trudged along the seemingly never-ending stony path with my head down. At which point I spotted this stone directly in front of my foot.