I woke up to a high level of activity outside my door. It was 7am & pitch dark. I discovered later it was the rush to the single shower that serves all bedrooms & the need to vacate before 9am. Which I managed – only just!
I did not mention in yesterday’s blog that when walking the old Fromista street last night, I peered through a window of one of the dwellings to discover no floor & below ground, large, grand arched chambers – obviously from a much earlier time
My ride south had no serious hills, no head wind & managed to dodge the rain so kept on peddling & landed on the outskirts of Valladolid.
En route, the landscape & places visited were nothing exciting. Even Palencia failed to impress. Yes it has the San Miguel church but it also has a non descript city centre and a multitude of anonymous housing blocks. What set the day were the miles of rides along the irrigation canals.
The surprising thing is there was no one fishing them. I saw a few fish jump – so they are there, waiting!!
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