We bade a fond farewell to Coruna though not to its chaotic traffic. So on to Cape Finisterre because we just had to. The drive was uninteresting through some drab, sleepy towns but the scenery and our spirits improved as we approached the destination. The Cape itself was spectacular. Even on a calm day you could see the hazard to sailors hence the name 'Costa del Morte'. Then on round the scenic coast road with the elderly mobile unit conveying her even older cargo with calm dignity. She is a real friend now. Aiming for Santiago, we cut short to stay in a superbly located campsite at Ancoracoido. This was right on a rocky promontory with magnificent bays on either side one with white sands and the rumble of the Atlantic rollers - and all set off by the setting sun after our meal of spag bol followed by tasty local strawberries. A restful, pleasing day.
Left to right: Cape Finisterre; At home - Ancoradoiro; M2 sorting electicidad; Beach - Muros Sound; Atlantic breakers - Ancoradoiro
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