It was bitterly cold Friday morning and Tony was starting to wonder if he was going down with a cold. We headed into Burgos a confusing town to drive into.
Burgos was the capital of Old Castile for almost five hundred years. The famous son of the area was El Cid the famous 11the century nobleman, soldier and mercenary who is celebrated throughout .Spain.
The most famous landmark and a UNESCO World Heritage site is the cathedral or Catedral. This twin spires dominate the skyline of the town and its interior Gothic splendour was demonstrated in the extreme by the size and number of side chapels and the double stairway of Escalera Dorada. Tony went to find a coffee with Daisy while Heather explored the cathedral. It certainly was a masterpiece of Gothic art however very cold inside
Tony had not found a coffee as he couldn’t find anywhere where he could sit inside with Daisy. We were both very cold and Tony was not feeling very well so we gave up exploring the rest of the town and returned back to the campground. Tony spent the rest of the day in bed.
The day finished on a further low note when we got a phone call telling us the Heather’s Aunt Joan had died that morning aged 92. A wonderful aunt who will be sorely missed by us all.