Póvoa de Varzim.

My meat free Sunday failed at breakfast, but lunch was so beyond meat it was going into ears and other parts seldom eaten: pigs tail. I've a solid mass of carne sat in my digestive juices as I sit opposite the Albergue de peregrinos São José de Ribamar pondering the Vinho Verde which is saline and about to assist with the meat load overdose: in badly translated English it was either 1/2 dose or 1 dose of roasted meats. I went for half a 'dose' and it has brought my mortality closer or set me back years in purgatory?

Unusual for me but I have a calf strain on my right one. It was obvious coming from Vila do Conde into Póvoa de Varzim. I believe I got it after the decking petered put, back in amongst those cobbles. I can't just walk ahead as every step the angle changes and it's so easy to misstep!

But all is good. The restaurant opposite the albergue is calm. Póvoa de Varzim is quite large. From some distance away I thought it was too far for today, but that was an illusion. At 18kms it was not quite over the horizon, as it hangs out into the Atlantic Ocean (where the fort is) into a modern marina, harbour walls and accompanying casino(bah humbug).

And today I am exhausted ... Two broken night's sleep! It's Sunday so once I am in the albergue that's me until the evening. Definitely a siesta to help uncongenial the meat feast; I went in for roast chicken only...