13.6.24

Set out from Burgos early this morning. Fortunately a nice coffee shop was open for cafe con leche and chocolate croissant. Long trek, 31k passing through a lot of beautiful little towns all looking as if they've been caught in time.

After lunch, we had a long climb up to what is known as the Meseta or table top. Miles of wheat fields spread out as far as the eye can see. No obvious human habitation or hills.

It's a great place to think. There's no sound apart from the scrape of your boots and the howl of the wind. You feel in a place where there is only your thoughts and nobody to hear you. So I talked away trying to make sense of what has happened in the last year, endlessly running over events trying to find a place where I could have done things differently. But you can't and eventually realise that all those things are in the past and nothing can be done to change them.