In the park at Vidago, the damp scent of trees and spring water still hangs in the air in the morning. It’s a pleasant way to start the day. There are hills, but nothing that will have you groaning. You walk at an easy pace and take in your surroundings. This is the kind of stage where your legs find their own rhythm.
The last stretch brings you into Chaves, an old town on the Tâmega with a Roman bridge. After about five hours you put your rucksack down, and that’s early enough to still have a wander round. Tomorrow the final stage awaits, across the border into Spain. So sort out whatever you still need to sort out this afternoon, as there’s time for it.