Early bus to Santiago

Now the journey home is about to begin. Had it not been raining I may have spent longer in Muxia, but 7.30 am and the bus or rather the coach arrives and in the dark the luggage bay doors open and the happy band of pilgrims unburden themselves of their rucksacks. A cold breeze awaited us at Santiago before at last at six o clock the sun began to shine. Another early morning bus will take me to the airport and then via Barcelona to Liverpool. When I lived in Widnes the planes used to fly down our street before banking right to land at Speke Airport as it was then called, so I will wave to the family below and wait for the family taxi to arrive.