Did you have an encounter with the Pilgrims Lullaby? I've written a poem about this common problem on the Camino...please share your stories. A new episode of Beyond the Way will be online next weekend. Pilgrims Lullaby. The Way is walked the day's away, the feet are scrubbed, the packs at bay, the night is here, I drop my head, the pillow's soft, and so's the bed, I off the light, and count the sheep, I close my eyes I'm off to sleep. A giant snort, a gasp a sound does shake

For my first blog (ever!) I've decided to write a poem. Like, share and comment if you enjoyed it. Dawn. The morning's chill, stabs deep at my labour, rusty joints and bones sing bittersweet lament, of last eve's bunk, and this morn's ardour. Muscles ache, belly cries, muddy mind, bloodshot eyes. Stepping through darkness, The path is my life, I wander through hardship and stumble through strife. Embraced by my bretheren, they help me stand tall, united we folly, forward we f