Day 76 - Ferrol to Pontedeume

Awoke for our early start - having managed some sleep, despite the noisy fiesta!! I thank very comfortable pillows 🙏
We had a basic breakfast then set off on the Camino Inglis. It was nice to be back to well signposted route with our familiar shells and yellow arrows.
We also have regular posts with the countdown of km to Santiago 👍
We tracked past major military ground, round the harbour and out of Ferrol.
We were pleased to find that the first bridge over the estuary/ river had a path for walkers across. The other pilgrims decided to go the longer route as they need to have done at least 100km to get their certificate in Santiago- no worries for us there 😇😂.
The bridge was long with a lovely breeze. We then had to head through an estate of apartment blocks to get back on track. The town was called Fene and provided a lovely coffee.
The way led into forests and fields where we had a horse incident!
So Simon went over to this youngish horse and was patting it and mumbling nonsense when it suddenly started snapping it's teeth at him, so he backed off and it was having non of it and came briskly forwards snapping at him as if he were an apple. We then ran and it came after us, then Simon stumbled and fell! Mary shrieked and the horse sneered and seem to line up for a kick😳 Simon scrabbled up - must have been the adrenaline kicking in - (with rucksack) and we both legged it and we could hear it huffing and trotting after us and it's chain links clacking away, we just made it before it's chain held it. It was a close call and we were both giggling with shock at our escape... That's the end of pony petting unless they're fenced in 🙌🐴
We recovered our wits, patted ourselves down and felt relieved not to have any major injuries- just muddied up clothes - sad as we went the launderette yesterday- and a sore hip in Simon’s case.
We carried on into Pontadeume pleased that we could walk and admiring lovely views over the bay.
As we approached the town we became aware it was exceptionally busy. This was due to a festival happening- this meant an issue with lunch 😢
It was a problem as our usual option of a meal at this time was unavailable- just snacks and artisan food stalls.
Sadly after a 20k walk we had to hit the donner kebab house!!
Then onto our accommodation which was up the busiest street followed by the steepest hill since Deba!!
We both remained remarkably calm although Mary had to retrieve her hiking poles off Simon as he was getting close to whacking people and cars with them !!
We are now in our accommodation and Simon is calming with a couple of beers and watching England v Switzerland in the Euros.Читать далее