Another nice day.
D carries a cotton handkerchief. Except when it slips out of his pocket. I have found it twice, W has found it once or twice, and here’s a photo of H handing it back to D after picking it up. D’s main ambition these days is to get his handkerchief to Santiago. Could be a problem as he is switching to the Camino Portugues where he and the hankie are not known.