Although only grade a 3/5 day it is tough going only 7 degrees had to start wearing extra clothing as it cols and very winding as we gain altitude. Then the rain sets in it was bucketing down, it becomes a slog to reach Fonsagrada my feet hurt, legs are tired, am wet and hungry. The private albergue in Oschaos is very nice but the town is bleak, I have lunch with the Polish trio and later am invited to dinner by an Italian man and German women. I find it strange that all these hill towns have restaurants specialising in octupus so far from the sea. During the night it rains heavily.
