Yesterday was easy (walking-wise) but bleak. Grim. Wet. A “stay on the paths, don’t linger” kind of day. Testament to this was a very large bird of prey swooping out of the mist in an attempt to decapitate me. We could not see much more ahead than 20 to 30 metres. We pushed to midway up the next day’s first climb at Gite Kaskoleta. Lovely host and a calorific meal shared with co walkers who were generous in their willingness to converse in English with us on broad topics such as Brexit (aghast at how bizarre the people voted) and the English football team (mercenaries!). Our sleeping sheets and travel towels got their first use (reflection – we do like hotels and look forward to our next), as did our wet weather gear. Horribly exciting stuff to read, i’m sure..there’s nothing like a good anorak to keep everyone happy.
Day 7 was, however, a treat: the antpathy of day 6. It began in the same bedraggled damp misty tramp. We climbed through towards Col d’Ithurramburu where the sun burned through the clouds and everything was well (*again). B’ gorrah! The world is beautiful. The pictures, we hope, convey somehow what a spectacular walk we are living.