Confusion reigned when we departed Palau d'Anglesola, with the pension owner under the impression that she was taking all four pilgrims and delivering them to two seperate places. Pam and Julie thought they were doing a combined bus / train journey to Bellpuig to pick up the path from there. After sorting it out, she then dropped Simon and I at one point a few kilometres out of town, taking the other two onto Bellpuig, which I walked through a few hours later. This is apple and pear country, and I passed orchard after orchard of laden trees in the process of being harvested. As I approached at one point I observed one of the workers disappear down a row, only to reappear with two golden delicious apples for me, a delightful smile, and a "Buen Camino". The Day warmed up and I was really grateful for those apples when I took a couple of rest breaks later in the afternoon from the hot sun.
A fully laden apple tree.
Simon disappearing into the distance on the way to Bellpuig.
There were a number of quarries on this day. Once they had been worked out they are returned to crops.
Just one ruin along the way.
Passing through Bellpuig I could hear a strange, loud, "clacking" sound. Looking up, this was the cause of it.
Leaving Verdú the hillside was shrouded in mist which didn't clear until I was almost in Tàrrega. I fluffed around here, visiting the church, and taking some time for breakfast. This was just as well, as there was nowhere else open until I reached my destination for the night. Pam and Julie were motoring along, whereas I was limping when I started and trying hard to take slower smaller steps, in an effort not to lengthen the tendon anymore. Out of interest, I have been doing 15 lots of 2 special calf exercises 3 times, night and morning. My ankle is still swollen, still a bit sore, still slow to crank up after a rest, but I am now walking normally 80% of the time.
Looking back towards Verdú rising from the mist.
Just one of the buildings in Verdú, a very neat and tidy village.
Is it alive or just cold? I didn't try and find out!
Tàrrega, glistening in the morning sun.
Simon heading towards Cervera in the distance.
An adobe ruin.
With steep stairs, this was one street that could only be walked.
Looking back at Cervera, with its very wide and long castle wall.
The facade of the University building in Cervera. This building was where Ferdinand and Isabella signed a contract ensuring that she would never be in a position of loosing the power she wielded. It was also a concentration camp during the Civil War and later, during WW2, holding allied soldiers trying to get back to their armies.
I went wandering in Cervera and saw this across the valley.
Julie descending from Cervera.
It is such a great treat seeing the shepherd lead his flock out to the paddocks. Some of these sheep were loitering, but quickly joined the flock when he called.
We have been following the orange arrows.
Heading to la Panadella.