As I thought, walking 33 kms was hard, when the last time I walked 30 kms was the first week in February. But it is just a matter of getting used to it.
The Pyrenees were looking magnificent, as shown in this snap I took en route.
And I heard the first cuckoo of the year. We are not normally here at the end of March, because we are normally down among the kiwis and the kookaburras, so I don't know whether that is unusual here. I think in UK they generally appear in May.
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