It was another drizzly day. Another day where the dampness of the weather brought out the smells and essence of the countryside. Another day where I spent much of my time in that countryside walking through the still air of dank woodland. There were some stretches along quiet narrow roads that took in tiny villages where on a couple of occasions I stopped at cafes, including one on the edge of the few scattered buildings that made up the small village of Ordes where I chatted with walkers heading from the coast as we sat in the shadow of a giant model dinosaur and large tractor based sculptures; I was in no hurry. Halfway through the day I passed the point where the routes from Ferrol and A Coruña join if you are heading south. I took the left route towards A Coruña and the steady flow of walkers heading towards me more or less dried up.
It was my penultimate day. Tomorrow I reach the north coast and the end of my walk. But for today I am in a modern albergue in the tiny village of Sergude where I am alone apart from two young girls heading south towards Santiago. As I walked into the village and to the albergue Sergude seemed to have little to offer, just a string of small houses set back from the quiet road behind their tidy gardens. There might be more of a soul - a bar, a shop, somewhere to eat - but as my journey draws to a close and the final curtain starts to drop, for some reason I felt disinclined to leave the accommodation to find out. Tonight, instead, I am alone in the silence of this spartan albergue and quite content, working my way through the last of the food I have been carrying with me; I will not be needing it after today.
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