You’re in Herrera de Pisuerga and the rucksack can come off. About 30 kilometres lie behind you. You feel them in your feet, not your calves, because there was hardly any real climbing. It’s mostly just a long day, the last stretch beside the canal. Hour after hour, the same line.
Book a bed in advance at the municipal albergue. It’s run privately. The Camino del Besaya also begins in Herrera. If you want to walk that one, you turn off here. Everyone else stays on the Lebaniego.
What stays with you from the day is the water: a straight, still ribbon through open country, with the sky stretching wide above it.