It was about discovering a little bit about myself along the way’. Could a suburban dog-walker take on the 67km Route Napoléon over the Pyrenees? Bairbre Power gave it socks…
Griffon vultures were circling above as we climbed steadily on day two of our Camino. The swooping birds didn’t so much have their eyes on our meaty – dare I say, toned – calves. They were indulging in a playful flyover because they knew something we didn’t.
