27.6.24

So today we woke early and climbed the last mountains separating us from Galicia. Crossing the border from Castilla y León to Galicia felt great but we wandered into a small rather touristy town and the ghosts of the past returned as I realised I had been there before with Siobhan when we did our small Camino in 2021. What a weird feeling and thinking how much has changed since that time, my whole life really.

The meteorological phenomenon of cloud in one valley and clear in the next only added to the whole mystical experience. It did make me think about one of my objectives in this whole experience of bereavement. I remember watching a film with Siobhan before she became ill. It was an American production but  featured a support group for bereaved people where they could come and share their feelings with others in the same position. When Siobhan passed, I imagined that this support would be available but it isn't either in Spain or the UK. I discussed this with Kirsty my therapist and she has encouraged me to set up my own. Now that's something positive to get on with when I get back from this adventure.