for Girona

With only 15 passengers and 4 aircrew the sky was alive as the sun found its way to the borderlands and clouds patrolled north to south in waves breaking reds, oranges, indigos, purples and azure between ridges, in heightened shades of white, grey, charcoal and blue.

The aircrew brought our disparate bodies onto the wing section as a motley crew and what could've been so much fun became a paranoid two hours hidden in our own capsule protected behind a face covering...

What is time? What is the rush? Am I racing against something which has always dogged my heels? This need not be!

The first morning of a different way, again! Heading north east out of Girona along the Camī Sant Jaime I stop for a final café solo before hitting the path I've so sought all summer, but rarely found!