This is Charlotte´looking like Bin-bag Betty.
Here is Jane -- "The bells!The bells! Must see the Osteopath when I get back.
We are not promoting Shell; this is the Camino Way symbol.
It was a hard slog today through a lot of claggy red mud. After 10 miles we decided to get the bus through the suburbs of Burgos. We had just missed the bus and were stripping off layers of filthy wet-weather gear when a man and women approached us and offered to take us to the City Centre. White slaver or Camino Angel, thought Jane as Charlotte leapt into the car. As you can tell they were Camino Angels and asked us to pray for them in Santiago de Compostela as he had once been a pilgrim himself.
Before we began this trip, the web sites gave the impression that the hot topic in the albergues was the state of people's blisters. In fact there is far more discussion about the effectiveness of different styles of poncho and where to stay that night. First thing (after a glorious bath and the usual laundry) was to find an outdoor activity store and purchase two state-of-the-art ponchos, Taylor made for pilgrims with an integral back-pack compartment. Will model for you when we are back on The Way.
In the hotel that Henry booked for us we have the most amazing view of Burgos catedral from our 4th floor bedroom window. It is a wonder to behold.
We shall definitley do flora and fauna son.
love to all J and C xx
Well, I think that back pack is full of sandwiches, chocolate cake and drinks.
ReplyDeleteYou're both doing so well. Congratulations! You do, certainly, seem to be meeting lots of these Angels. Can you send a few over here to improve the weather?
I really look forward to reading your blogs. Keep up the good work.
Lots of love,
Anna & John (Hunter says 'orse!)
Dear Jane and Charlotte,
ReplyDeleteVery fetching, and given the weather here, can you bring a bundle back for us!?
Questions: Did you sing 'the song' as you tramped through the mud? I'm curious about all your carefully clothes selection in Blighty. Are you managing to keep dry in the Spanish (mainly on the plain) rain? After all, you are now both the family experts!
Excellent blog entries, excellent sisters. Excellent!
All my love XXX Mark
PS Will try and encourage more family to view your writings on The Way
Dear Jane and Charlotte
ReplyDeleteHere's the words for your evening sing-songs round the 'camp fire', or when trudging through the mud:
A bold hippopotamus was standing one day,
On the banks of the cool Shalimar.
He gazed at the bottom-as it peacefully lay,
By the light of the evening star.
Away on a hilltop sat combing her hair,
His fair hippopotami maid.
The hippopotamus was no ignoramus,
And sang her this sweet serenade:
Mud, mud, glorious mud,
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood.
So follow me, follow,
Down to the hollow,
And there let us wallow in glorious mud.
The fair hippopotama he aimed to entice,
From her seat on that hilltop above.
As she hadn't got-a-ma to give her advice,
Came tip-toeing down to her love.
Like thunder the forest re-echoed the sound,
Of the song that they sang as they met.
His inamorata adjusted her garter,
And lifted her voice in duet:
Follow me, follow!
Down to the hollow!
That will improve our cultural relations!
Now more hippopotami began to convene,
On the banks of that river so wide.
I wonder, now, what-am-I to say of the scene,
That ensued by the Shalimar side?
They dived all at once with an ear-splitting splosh,
Then rose to the surface again.
A regular army of hippopotarmy,
All singing this haunting refrain:
Mud, mud, glorious mud,
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood.
So follow me, follow,
Flanders: Oh, that's lovely!
Everyone: Down to the hollow,
Flanders: Beautiful!
And there let us wallow in glorious mud!
Flanders and Swann were very witty, and funny!
Love Mark XXX