Four Go Down to the Sea
We woke to a reasonably bright morning at Camping Comillas, but the site had seen some rain & the tents were wet. As I packed my gear away sat in my tent, I made the decision that this would be my last night inside her (now then!). I reckon I’ve had it about 15 years & well over 100 erections (stop it!), but the fly has been starting to let water through, the compression bags failed & it’s really too heavy for cycle camping. So, after stowing the rest of my gear, my faithful old tent was rolled up & put in the campsite skip. So off we rolled towards Santillana & Santander beyond. Now tentless, my overall weight had dropped about 4kg. Not immediately obvious until rising out of the saddle when the reduced pendulum effect became apparent. We retraced the route of our first day, stopping for breakfast asap, before tackling the very lumpy ride back to the ferry port. I don’t remember it being as tough as it was. Steeper, longer climbs than I remember! S...