Carrying my old shoes to grave. R.I.P.

This morning was seriously windy and ice cold. New weather is comming, but the walk was beautiful along old Cork oak alleys and finally arriving at the first pilgrims stop on my journey, the Santiago do Cacem church high up on a hill.
I then headed off to restaurant COVAS whose address I had used to have new shoes sent to me, and they had actually arrived in time, which automatically initiated the burial of my old shoes. This sad task was undertaken by the two new ones who carried the old to Grave.
R.I.P. (rest in peace) my dear old shoes!
These old shoes have served for ages in the toughest environments, even the via ferrata in the Brenta .
Now I am bouncing along on new soles like a young puppy.
And now, for the "dark side of the moon", the next three days will be clouds and RAIN!
HORROR! and definitely very wet.
Early tomorrow I head off to Roncao, 22 KM.Læs mere