The snow turned to rain in the night and that dried up in time for the start of the walk . . . and getting out of Guarda proved tricky . . . once that was achieved it was five hours plodding along mountain roads, and straighter ones in the Mondego valley.
The River Mondego joins forces with the River Dao before heading to Coimbra, and the Dao is tomorrow's destination . . . early bus to Mangualde, a few hours with the Dao, then maybe a bus to Porto and the Camino to Santiago.
Celerico is friendly and they have the iced yorkshire puddings in the pasteleria . . . they call them Cavaca and they could just catch on in Newcastle . . .