Sonia and I left Gudina at daylight, but full of breakfast, the bar opened early.  Xosé and Alberto were still getting the horses ready for the day and would catch us up later.  I found a young bird on the road.  I hid  it in the long grass and hoped it lived to sing another day.

The walk to Campobecerros was on minor roads with little traffic, through spectacular scenery, very steep mountains sweeping down to  enormous bluish green lakes on every side.

Campobecerros is an ancient but thriving village, with bars, a hostel and, surprisingly enough, plenty of young people and children.  However, on our way to Laza we passed through many deserted villages, in ruins, or just clinging on, with a few old ladies, very happy to talk about the Camino and to pass the time of day.

Laza is a busy little village.  The Xunta hostel is excellent, with all facilities.  You book in at the Protección Civil. There are two bars, which do good food.  The horses spent the night in a field just beside the hostel.  They were able to see Xosé and Alberto through the window and vice versa.  The night was filled with interesting horse conversation.