Lunch in honour of Bran and Block

After four hours of walking, I figured it was lunchtime, and as I was in Valcarlos, I had a decision to make - stay here for the night or push on to Roncesvalles?

To help me think, and invoke the spirit of two thirds of my board of walking advisory angels, I whipped out a bit of food.

For Branna - a heel of bread and a wedge of cheese, in the shepherd boy tradition.

For Blocky - a pouch of tiny tiny salami, in recognition that jerky comes when you most need a boost, it's magic.Okumaya devam et