16 km to day's end, and Melide where I join the mass of pilgrims heading to Santiago. 16 km should be about 3 hours but to be honest it is such a perfect day I'd be happy to be out here for a long time yet. No doubt when the feet start really aching in a couple of kilometres I won't be saying any such thing.
The countryside I'm currently ambling through is doing a remarkable impression of the Hobbit's Shire from the Lord of the Rings. All I can see are gentle rolling hills, occasional stands of forest between well tended fields, the occasional plume of woodsmoke rising from a picturesque cottage, all bathed in a gentle afternoon sun. No sign of Gandalf, although it does feel as if there's magic in the air.
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