Following the Gleam

Launch your vessel

and crowd your canvas

and ere it vanishes over the margin

after it

follow it

Follow the Gleam

grey

  • Santiago de Compostela

    I asked Bilby to walk with me today so that we could do this last 20 km together. With my limping shortened gait and his much longer legs it was barely a stroll in the park for him.  The start… Continue reading

    Santiago de Compostela

  • Why am I doing this?

    We have arrived in Vilalba. There is nothing inviting about this place which feels like an overgrown truck stop. Maybe there’s a nicer square later but the approach to the town is grim and grey. It’s hard to believe people… Continue reading

    Why am I doing this?

  • Nadir

    I woke at 1am after 3 hours of sleep. I don’t know if it was the pain in my feet, my apprehension of walking on said feet or generalised anxiety. I was too hot and then too cold. Then resigned.… Continue reading

    Nadir

  • Galicia

    An ominous start to our Galician adventure with a plodding hike in the rain pulling suitcases because we couldn’t find a taxi. Cold, wet, bedraggled and hemmed in by smokers we huddled under the awning for our bus of 71… Continue reading

    Galicia