Set off in damp conditions and the mists disguised some fine scenery. Nevertheless it was to be a more enjoyable walk than yesterday as the there were good paths through woodlands and less tarmac.

After a while we came to a green, barn door which I recognised from my previous saunter in these parts with my sister and brother, Penny and Matt, a few years back. Behind the aforementioned door was a restored courtyard and bar look at those chandeliers!


Over streams and down quiet pathways – I heard a cuckoo somewhere in the nearby forest – and a couple of hours passed by almost imperceptibly.


Then another pleasant stop at a cafe visited before, albeit in much sunnier weather.

A helpful sign showed that as we emerged form the forest we were heading towards Toques and a different landscape.


Two ” Horreos” from different centuries – the restored one aided by a rural grant.

Passing through a typical, half abandoned and seemingly nameless hamlet I noticed the wheels of an ancient cart left in its rustic dolmen – like shed. And yet another long abandoned house for sale.



Signage can be mirage as Compostela was posted – not THE ” field of dreams”, however.
Flora and fauna – cactus and goats on the outskirts of Melide, today’s staging post and the town where the Camino Primitivo meets the Camino Frances, the latter being the most popular and overcrowded Camino – The cross roads – goodbye tranquility.



Thankfully our base was a little way off the main drag and proved to be a quiet spot in which to recover – though the swimming pool was a challenge too many!


Lugo is an excellent base for a longer stay – Roman walls etc, but a host of other things to see. The walk was relatively flat now and after a couple of hours I reached this church and a nearby, somewhat ramshackle but welcoming cafe. Stripped off the poncho as the sun came out and enjoyed one of Hannah’s ” sugar rush” cakes with my Americano.

Lugo was now in the far distance and as there had been a lot of quiet road walking,it was a relief to get back on more traditional pathways.
84. 7..KM to Santiago from here.
Rome’s influence extended to San Remoa daRetorta , where at the Albergue we were to ring our accommodation ( 8 km away ) for a lift. We did; they came.

We were pleased with the basic, but clean room and will be dining later. 

And it has stopped raining, the socks and tops are drying on the radiator- a Pelegrino’s work is never done – I love these stopovers, you never know how it will pan out .
There was a heavy mist which lingered for a couple of hours. I spied this church in what looked like a picnic spot, neither of which seemed to have been used for some time. There was not the usual information board and I could find no reference in my guidance. It was a forlorn scene.
Some brightness around the next bend. Roses are popular in this hamlet.
I had read that there was an occasional, summertime – only coffee possibility in the next village which was famous for its 15 th century church – a national monument- and a regal Manor House that had been a Hotel, but which now was closed. The coffee spot was both unlikely and very welcoming – A Camino burger van!





After enjoying a super large Americano and a slice of Empanada, the proprietor gave me a pen decorated with the Camino and his van – super guy.
A little further on there was a sad scene.
The Primitivo has been much improved in its infrastructure with the help of The E U’s cultural arm.

Renovating the Way, developing remote hamlets by assisting with the development of hostals, for example. More wagon wheels,too. There were several small villages along this etape and helpful notice boards provide an insight about their history.

Not everything has been reclaimed and one wonders what fate befell this once imposing Manor.
The lilies were a showcase. After several rather dreary kilometres ( compared to the rest of the walk), Lugo was nearing and the Primitivo enters the city via an ancient bridge and barrio.

It took me the best part of an hour to find the accommodation, passing Santiago’s chapel en route – Despite being here on another Camino four years or so ago,I had forgotten how big a city it is.
Only a 100 kilometres to Santiago,now.
B& B Murallos Romano took some finding even with Google maps, but it was worth it as the host gave me a lovely, sympathetic welcome and urged me to enjoy tea and buns, English style.
After a shower and brief rest, it was time to head in to the old city to meet up with our three English amigos for a meal in the tapas area – we met up with other Pelegrinos who had been our daily comrades, by coincidence – when the Spanish pilgrims choose a restaurant you know it’s going to be good. Atmosphere enhanced by a concert celebrating Galician folk music and costume – just look at these wonderful children piping and drumming their hearts out in the Cathedral square.



This has been the longest stage of the Primitivo so far – the feet are standing up to it well, so far.



























Bafflingly, the signage in the Asturias region is in the opposite direction to Galicia and most other regions that I’ve walked through; last sign in Asturias.






The local people don’t waste materials and even tiny stores are made from materials to hand like slate and stone.

The signage has been good on this Camino and the information boards,too.














Lower down, after nearly an hour’s descent, the first views of the Embalse ( artificial lake )








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Three and a half hours’ walking and this gem of a hotel was a welcome stop for coffee on its balcony.An Americano and one of Hannah’s cakes never tasted better.


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