O Cebreio To Triacastela

Launching out of the blocks at 07:30 for a walk down the hill, we were continually disappointed with up, down, more up, more up and down. We thought O Cebreiro was as up was we were going to be, but as it turns out, we had to climb some 100m further, but wait, not once but twice.
As we came out if the clouds, the sweet smell of cow-pats became stronger, eventually coming face to face with some of the genesis of such smells.
After the Captain started sniffing flowers in earnest, trying to dilute the cow-pat smell, but failed dismally. The yellow flowers are an anaesthetic and soon the Cap. was more dozy than usual...(TL)

Some of the locals

Funny! I can still smell cow-pats, but feeling drowzzzzzzeeeeee.....