After a hot shower, I relaxed on my bed. Jeff, Helen and Mark went downstairs to the beer garden for a drink. This is the smallest village I have stayed at,not much to see. When I eventually got down stairs, Mark said when he came up to check on me, I was sleeping like a baby 👶. I believe I was resting my eyes. A quiet beer and inside for the pilgrim’s dinner. I had icy cold soup. Tasted alright, just seemed odd you would eat it out of the fridge. A couple of ham steaks with chips, and rice pudd with cinnamon,and a glass of red 😋. An early night, as 26 plus kilometres tomorrow. Woke up early, looked out the window, foggy, but looks like rain has passed. Started walking and cold  but pleasant. Cool wind in my hair. We walked along the rio vena valley, before our ascent to the lonely Sierra Atapuerca. After four kilometres in, a village offered a cafe where I enjoyed an egg and a ham and cheese pastie. Still climbing, the terrain became the roughest I have experienced. The rocks were so uneven, it was difficult to walk, and this is where I fell forward, fortunately doing no damage. After navigating this difficult section, it was a long descent along natural paths and country roads to Burgos. The cuckoos were singing in the background. The way was now a choice of walking past the airport and following the river on natural paths, or follow the road. We decided to follow the river. At some stage, Jeff’s back started to trouble him again, so we stopped for a rest and slowly found our way to a bar before finding our accommodation.  By this time, Helen and Mark continued along the river to their accommodation. We may not see them again until tomorrow as Burgos is a very large city, and we are probably three or more kilometres away from each other.