Drove down to Plymouth and spent the night in the camper on the docks.
We travelled with Brittany Ferries on the Pont Aven which is quite the most luxurious ferry we have ever used. The food on board was very reasonably priced and the cabin was comfortable and we slept well. We arrived at Santander the next morning, which was Maundy Thursday in Spain and everything was closed. We were glad we had taken advantage of the good breakfast offered on the ferry. It was easy to find out way to the campsite at Candas (120 miles from Santander) due to our wonderful Satnav.
Our pitch overlooked th sea and there was a large breakwater from where Michael was able to fish every day, despite the rain. Facilities were clean and well organised and I was surprised by the number of flowers in bloom - although it seemed cold, the spring had arrived very much earlier than in England.

We spent some uneventful nights at Candas, waiting for the shops to reopen so that we could restock our larder. On Easter Monday, we found our way to the Port at Candass and found some restaurants open there. It was difficult to order food, as neither of us has any Spanish at all, but the food arrived and there was plenty of it. The cost for a plate of chicken and chips, wine, and beer was eighteen euros.
The next morning we tried to get into Oviedo to see the Camara Santa where the Oviedo Cloth is kept. We drove round and round and could find no parking spaces anywhere large enough for a camper, and neither could we find the church. We saw a few signs pointing to the Camara Santa, but however we tried, we could not find it. We gave up and decided to stay one more night at Candas, pack up to leave for Santiago the next morning, and try once more when we were on our way.
Once again, it was a waste of our time, with no shops open we were unable to buy maps or guides to Oviedo, and Michael dropped me off at a likely looking building, but it was the historical archive. We gave up and headed off to Santiago, a distance of 220 miles.
It seems that many of the large service stations in Spain also offer restaurant facilities, so we ate on the way and broke the journey with a very pleasant meal. We arrived at the site near Santiago in the evening, and found that the internet access promised, did not exist. However, we were ideally placed for the city, with a bus stop close to the site which took us directly into Santiago.
The Cathedral really is magnificent with a huge baroque reredos, dominated by bejewelled bust of the Saint. (Saint James whose relics the cathedral claim to house.) The story how the bones of Saint James were discovered in Santiago, is rather fanciful to our cynical 21st century ears, but the Cathedral has been a place of pilgrimage for centuries and it shows. There are countless restaurants, souvenir shops, bookshops and coffee bars in and around the cathedral, and it is easy to walk from one place to another, even it is raining, because of the covered stone walkways which look like medieval cloisters. We very much enjoyed our day there, but decided to leave for Portugal the next morning, because we were fed up with the rain which has followed us all the way from England.
From Santiago to Costa Nova in Portugal, was approximately 200 miles and the weather improved. We have sun and found a campsite cat to look after - Michael insists that I write that the cat found me rather than the other way round. She is very pregnant and therefore very hungry. She feels much better now with a tummy full of tuna and milk. We went to a very nice restaurant last night and I had a huge Seabass, Michael ate fried eels and followed with a T bone steak. Well, we were very hungry.
Tomorrow we leave here to go to Fatima.