I’ve just booked a taxi for 6.30am in the morning. It’s 11.15pm now, and the bag is not packed. My Dad has had his bag packed for the last 2 days and he’s been walking at least a few hours every day to prepare for this, while I’ve been moving house, assembling IKEA furniture and going to Electric Picnic.

We were down in my sister’s place for dinner and my brother in law drew a little map for their kids to follow how Grandad and Uncle Dermot are getting on. It looked very far on that little map. I am absolutely sure that despite all warnings, I am bring more stuff than I need. I am equally sure that whatever I am not bringing enough of the right things. Three pairs of socks for four or five weeks of walking does not sound like a lot.

I just checked with an experienced Camino walker and he’s assured me there’s a corridor of wifi and internet cafes from St Jean Pied de Port through to Burgos (where my Dad will head home), Santiago and on to Finisterre, where I hope to finish, so to keep anyone who is interested entertained, I’m planning to update this every few days. On the assumption that inspiration will strike on a daily basis, I am bringing a lightweight and sturdy little word-processor thing so I can type this up while away from a computer. We’ll see how that goes.

Cheers,

Derm