I have been hunting the house for all of the things that should still be in in my rucksack clearly some sort of diffusion of objects has taken place. I have been unable to discover the availability of the usual range of accommodation as I'm unable to find any reports of pilgrims walking the Lana recently. In short, I so want to go walking but I am worrying about all the things that may be out of my control, including mainly accommodation and the weather. I am now considerably older, less confident, even more prone to worry about ridiculously inconsequential things and I think I'm less decisive but I'm not sure. In May of this year, shortly after gratefully receiving my second Covid jab, travel stirrings happened and I again booked a flight to Alicante, arriving 13th October: in only two weeks time. With a start date coinciding with the Spanish lock-down it was clearly never going to happen back then, a postponement was needed. I was prepared, confident and excited about walking the Lana and should have started on 14th March 2020.
I had booked a flight from Bournemouth to Alicante back in the depths of the winter of 2019 after just returning from the Camino Ingles and the Primitivo and oh so ready for the next one.