interrupted by a lengthy stretch of acacia and poplar woodland, the soundscape arboreal.
I managed to fool a cuckoo into coming to check me out, and took this video of a poplar fluff snowfall which is blowing through the streets of Vercelli at the moment, and making snowy drifts at the side of the road.
At Palestro I had to take a detour through the town to find some water, having drunk most of the litre I started out with, adding 2km to the day's tally once I'd stumbled across a brilliant cafe next to the cemetery.
The final stages were across rice fields and a long trek on tarmac.
Finally, I reached Robbio, just after the once hourly train to Pavia had left. Back then to my brilliant, fully equipped room in a pilgrims' B and B, and a pasta recharge.
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