4 hrs 57 minutes. We do hope this doesn't look too easy.

We're out of the teens. This is good news as they were dragging a little. Hugh dispatched today's perambulation with some style as well, even slowing up after being on for a 4 hr 30 min marathon. No point in rushing anything at this stage. No injury niggles today which is no doubt a result of Samia's efficacious witchcraft. Can't explain it otherwise. Even the fetching pink tape has been removed. Hugh is also running very efficiently of course.

This was a great run aesthetically; part coastal, part valleys. Hugh headed out from Navia (attractive resort) and into the sort of countryside I expected of Spain - rich farmland, sweeping vistas and lots of solid elegant houses. Quiet twisting valley roads, aquaducts, all that stuff. Attractive anyway and the rain held off.

Samia and I both joined Hugh for different parts for a bit of a walk when he was either warming up after a quick break or down towards the end of the run. These are convivial parts of the day when our thoughts wander towards post match drinks and dinner. Hugh is on strict rations of one alcoholic drink and unfortunately for him we haven't found a yard of ale yet.

Holed up tonight in Aviles, a largish town on the coast and we are conceivably at the dodgy end. Good job we're so streetwise then - time to roll up the double cuffs. We are creeping slowly but surely along Spain and have even found our hotel without difficulty the past few nights. Where's the fun in that? Hugh's and my Spanglais still annoys the waiters though so there's still amusement to be had.