In 2013 we had a holiday in Northern Spain. We set off in our camper and drove west along the coast from France for a day or two and then south to Burgos. After a couple of days there we drove on to Leon, heading to the coast at Vigo.

I kept seeing hikers… Gerry called them ‘shellers’ but they were of course pilgrims. I watched through the window as we drove along and by Leon I was very curious. By the time we arrived at the coast I was committed.

I sat on a beach of beautiful soft sand not far from Finisterre, paddling my feet in the clear water. As I put my hand into the sand it rested on a perfect shell… It’s the same shell gerry presented me with when I met him on the steps of the Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela the following October… and I blogged as I walked.

I sat on a beach beside Mr Whale

I carried on blogging at the request of family and friends but decided to tidy things up a bit and create this… which I hope you enjoy reading… but it is still basically a few of my thoughts whilst walking.