CAMINO FRANCÉS – Day 14: Tuesday 22 April 2025 – HORNILLOS del CAMINO to CASTROJERIZ (20 [+6] kilometres)
A view over the Meseta
Up on the Meseta plateau early this morning I was more alone, and gloriously so, than at any other time on my Camino walk to date. It is difficult sometimes to even imagine total silence, but up here, at almost 1,000 metres of elevation, there is an absence of any flight path above, no roads to register even the merest decibel, and open country that offers not the rustle of a leaf in the occasional light gust of wind. When I stopped to take in the scene, and with my boots and poles no longer crunching the sands and gravels on the path, the only sounds to be heard were of skylarks in the fields and meadows, some finches perhaps in the cover of a thicket, and the distinctive distant call of a seemingly ever-present cuckoo. This landscape, on first viewing a little flat and uninspiring, thus exists as a haven for quiet, for birdsong, and for mindfulness. A truly special space.
I am two weeks into my Camino Francés pilgrimage now – twelve walking days, plus my two rest days in Pamplona and Burgos – and right on my scheduleMy walk today, west out of Hornillos del Camino, started with a gentle climb back onto the Meseta plateau and then on a wide flat path between young green wheat fields . . .. . . before descending a short way to the village of Hontanas for a coffee stop, ahead of an easy and pleasant afternoon ramble down the Odra valley to the derelict convent at San Anton and on to my destination of Castrojeriz
This was a short walking day, just about five and a half hours including breaks,from leaving Hornillos to finding my accommodation in Castrojeriz, but it is a day that I will remember. The solitude of the high plain, that made up the first half of the walk, was punctuated by a pleasant coffee stop in Hontanas (a small village off a minor road that seems to be undiscovered aside from the procession of pilgrims through its main street), before an afternoon following the Odra brook down to Castrojeriz. The Odra valley is as green and verdant as any in Britain, and harbours an abundance of songbirds that flutter and call from within the trees and grasses on either side. Add in the stunning ruins of the 14th Century convent in San Anton, a spectacular sight indeed and, later in the afternoon a short tour of the pilgrim town of Castrojeriz itself, and I had all the ingredients for a perfect day’s walk. My experience did not disappoint.
The gothic Church of San Romain in Hornillos this morning . . .. . . and the view beyond: the forecasters’ promise of morning rain was slightly amiss, as the showers had blown through by dawn – so my luck with the weather so far on this walk still continuesThe narrow street through Hornillos . . .. . . is lined with ochre buildings hewn from this local pitted sandstoneThe gentle climb out of the village . . .. . . leaving behind the low hum of the wind turbinesLooking back down the track as this small group of trekkers approached the top of the climb to the plateauSo flat is the top that the peak itself is difficult to discern (and the map merely states ‘Alto’, without a specific name for the peak), but I am claiming this cairn and cross as the summit, at around 950 metres of elevationThe line of trees in the shallow cleft ahead on the plain marks a small stream; this high region drains into the Douro system, a river that empties into the Atlantic Ocean through the Portuguese city of Porto some hundreds of kilometres to the west of hereWind turbines aplenty on horizons in all directions today – the raised topography and open country no doubt produces a good harvestA shrine by the waysideAround a bend, and there before me stood the pilgrim village of Hontanas, nestled in a cleft within the plateau . . .. . . a good place to find a morning coffeeThen a short descent to the verdant Odra valley . . .. . . a green and pleasant landA relic of something-or-other . . .. . . as the track continued down the valley . . .. . . and then parallel with the lane . . .. . . to reach the ruins of the 14th Century convent at San AntonThe road actually runs through one of the archesA good place for my picnic lunch – in the sun and out of the windBack on the path – and a first view of my destination of Castrojeriz. . . with my lodgings for the night conveniently placed near the entrance to the townHaving deposited my rucksack, I set off to explore – this pilgrim town has a main street over a mile long, extraordinary for a place of only 500 permanent residents . . .. . . although they all seemed to be on siesta when I strolled throughThe organ in the Church of San Juan . . .. . . that also houses an exhibition of medieval tapestries . . .. . . and 16th Century cassocksA ruined castle looks down on the town . . .. . . with views over the valleyTime to wander back to my digs, for dinner
So tonight I am rested, fed and watered, having had a short but unforgettable day of walking. I am starting to plan forwards now for my few walking days ahead into the city of León. I have decided to stick with my schedule for the next two days, before making a decision on whether to accelerate my pace for a couple of days, so as to reach León a day early for another city rest day. The weather forecast is looking dry and cool over the coming days, as perfect a scenario as I could hope for. I am now two full weeks into my Camino walk, and all is going well!
The Spanish love their murals and to be fair they are generally very well painted – this one from yesterday, at Rabé de las Calzadas
Quietness was all-pervading on the Meseta today, so my Blog heading ‘Silence Is Golden’ chose itself really. Written by regular songwriting collaborators Bob Crewe and Bob Gaudio, the song of that title was originally released in 1964 by The Four Seasons (featuring the vocals of Frankie Valli), as the ‘B-side’ to ‘Rag Doll’ that reached the top of the US charts. Three years later British group The Tremeloes achieved their own No 1 hit in the UK with their cover of ‘Silence is Golden’, using a very similar arrangement to the original.
Still quite a way to go!
2 thoughts on “Silence Is Golden”
Keep on running Nick – doesn’t look as though there’s a bar in such a quiet town where silence is golden
Keep on running Nick – doesn’t look as though there’s a bar in such a quiet town where silence is golden
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95 leagues to go! What an amazing feat this is! May the road rise to meet you…
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