It’s happening. T minus 2. Too late to back out now.
Although – not too late to make a donation.
24 Hours from now, I will be waiting for Stuart Smith (it was ever thus) at Bilbao Airport.
48 hours from now, I will be toiling through the Pyrenees, closing in on Roncesvalles, gasping for a beer and a lie down.
“ANDERSON!!! I bet you are laughing your head off!”
The bag is packed. (5.2kg if you are interested.) Hanging from the bag is the obligatory scallop shell, the symbol of the Camino. Mine was picked up on Malahide beach when I came for a practice walk earlier this year.
Anyone called Stuart on this walk wants to thank the French for being French…
“Ah, a walk? For Terry? Of course. We’ll be there.”
Thanks also to everyone in Ireland and the UK that has helped get us ready; and most especially to our long-suffering wives. Every year we find new and exciting ways of exasperating them and yet they soldier on, to date, with minimal violence. Ger, Mags – you are saints.
We’ll see you in a week or so.
After all, what could possibly go wrong?