August or bust....

[Bierzo Baggie]

After considerable belly-scratching, got in my first running for a couple of weeks. Crossed the river Sil in the usual place and ran towards Otero, pushing it up the steep bit past the crumbling little church. It’s too early for mass but I do pass a fellow blackberry picking above the vineyards. This brings back memories of mum’s blackberry and apple crumble although I’m sure we didn’t collect them until September. There are early ripened grapes hanging from some of the vines as well.
Headed back down to Ponferrada crossing the road bridge and passing a pilgrim en route to Santiago dwarfed by her enormous rucksack. Back home along a path on the other side of the river.
34 minutes. Finished relatively unscathed.