So, back home. Back to Beeston with its Beekeeper seat statue. Mass this morning with people I know; and unlike the slight chaos of the multi-background Masses along the way, everyone stands, sits and kneels at the same times. A quick shop for the stuff I need to tide me over to a proper shop during the week. Drinks with family rather than with Camino friends. I said in my last post from Santiago that I was a little sad that it was coming to an end. But I don't think it is an end. I think I'll be walking the Camino again - probably a different route, but it's still the Camino. (And if I do next time I'll take a Bluetooth keyboard. Phone ones really don't encourage longer text!) On the Camino one finds togetherness. The life of the Albergue; living alongside, sometimes uncomfortably alongside, other people in their humanity. Walking with people - feeling together the fatigue and the blisters, and the lifted spirits and the joys. Talking to people, someti...