4. Vale Seco – Cercal do Alentejo

After the long hot walk to our hotel yesterday we felt a little jaded. But after a nice long shower and dressing my knee and a quick afternoon snooze for Mr S we felt a lot better.

Dinner was at 7.30 and it was a taster menu… hence followed course after course of tasty morsels. Local produce turned into fabulous dishes, all different and all very yummy! The chef/owner was once a banker but he quit to follow his passion… cooking and food! Our waitress told about each dish and about this part of Portugal… she spoke excellent English and could not have been more helpful.

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It was the Guns that distracted us!

There were a few great things we were happy about this morning.   A good night’s sleep,  our clothes had dried on the radiator,  our boots had dried in front of the woodburner,  hot coffee and toast were available at 7.30 and there was no rain.  My pantomime poncho and enormous pants have been packed away at the bottom of my rucksack and I am hoping that I won’t be needing them again this trip!

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The little train that couldn’t

o30I couldn’t sleep last night. I didn’t sleep well the night before either. I think I’ve had O Cebreiro on my mind. I have been getting more and more worried about climbing this hill and things came to a head in the early hours of this morning… Hence the lack of sleep.

Who am I kidding… I’m fat and fifty (one) and forgetful and feckless and I feel like a fraud… I should not be doing this. Continue reading


At dinner last night Sherry told us she was going to carry on alone.   Sherry walks quickly and hates the albergue (well the communal bathrooms). And she is really keen to get home.   So we had our last supper as a four. It feels odd now that everyone is starting to talk about the day they are planning on reaching Santiago… And even I am starting to think that maybe,  just maybe I really could get there.

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