Finisterre - the end of the earth

This morning we had a ge ntle walk into Finisterre.  Only about 18kms and all day to do it in.

Leaving last night's albergue we climbed out of Corcubión and followed the coastline , albeit up on high, all the way along to Finisterre. 

The last part of the walk was along the beach in beautiful sunshine.

Last night the hodpitalera suggested an albergue to us, and having checked it out on the Internet we decided that was where we would stay. It is called the Finistellae snd lives up to expectations. 

After dropping off our rucksacks and doing a lisd of washing (ah the glamour of the camino) we walked out to the lighthouse... to zero kilometres. 
On the way back I took a detour that the hirls didn't fancy. I went up and over the mount via an old church whrre the views of the bay were stunning and the energy vitalising. 

Wandering around the town I spotted a veggie restaurant which had vlised for lunches but let us in when I wailed plaintively about the lot of a veggie on the camino.  A delucious curried rice later I was a happy and full Pilgrim. 

We are now having a coffee on the seafront planning our evening's entertainment.  We are going back out to the lighthouse point where we will have a picnic dinner and watch the sun go down...