Santiago de Compostela. (Day 2)

After yesterday's washout of a day, today dawned dry and calm. The weather yesterday had been so terrible, it was beyond depressing. Ready early this morning, we decided to leave Margery at the aire whilst we took the thirty minutes walk down to the cathedral. Leaving early turned out to be a good move.

The queue to enter the cathedral wasn't too long. Seeing this iconic cathedral in real time was awe inspiring. Built in 1211, it stands 75 meters high. Words can not really describe how stunning it is, particularly on the inside. For Angela seeing the giant Botifumeiro, a giant incense burner was a dream come true.

(Second photo is a replica, the real one is swung around 10 times a year, though you can apply with a payment of 500 euros to have it swung for you).

Even though it wouldn't be swinging today, seeing it hanging in the cathedral was enough for her. Outside the cathedral we walked among dozens of pilgrims in the Plaza del Obradoiro. Some sat with their eyes shut. Others gazed at the cathedral with amazement, whilst most took selfies and group photos with people the'd met along the way who would probably now be friends for life. In a corner, home made walking sticks had been left by some of the pilgrims.

For us, that was the symbol of the journey. Last year we were so inspired at seeing the pilgrims set off it lit a fire within us. Being outside the cathedral today we felt walking the Camino de Santiago from Saint - Jean - Pied - de - Port might be something we could do. So our conversations now are about purchasing yet another lightweight tent, training, and how we'd return to England at the end. No mention yet of aging hip problems!

 All it sounds to us is an exciting challenge. But first there's plenty of research to be done. Watch this space. If we do this, we'll be taking you all along with us. As for the present time, we needed a shower. So we returned to Margery and took the four minute drive to the campsite. And after four weeks, we even treated ourselves to the use of a washing machine. Bliss! Us and our clothes clean, we walked back into Santiago at eight in the evening.

The town was bustling with Spanish, today is a holiday day here. We returned to the cathedral, the area around now quieter. Our day in Santiago had been wonderful, memorable and inspirational.