Sangüesa to Lumbier

I think I am the only guest staying in this 50 room motel. Breakfast this morning was more than adequate and I was joined by several early day trippers.
I took the alternative Camino route to Lumbier which more or less followed the river unwaymarked for several kilometres until I reached the former railway town of Liédena. I walked along the old railway line underneath the Cresta de la Trinidad cliffs, helping myself to wild apricots until I reached the tunnel opening of the spectacular Foz de Lumbier Gorge.
Torch on I successfully negotiated the length of the tunnel which I don't think was any more than about 200 metres long. Emerging I saw more griffon vultures than I could count riding on the thermals above me.
After an hour or so of raptor watching I arrived in Lumbier which for a small town of about 14,000 people was very lively. I arrived in the Plaza Meyor just as everyone was coming out of church preceded by faint wafts of incense. In the church tower I saw my first storks' nest of this Camino. I just had time to visit the Interpretation Centre before it closed until Tuesday and had an interesting conversation half in English half in Spanish with the young chap there about badgers. He was deeply impressed that I knew the Spanish for not just badgers but otters, beavers, lynx and wolf. Little did he know that this afternoon I was completely unable to request a portable fan to cool down my extraordinarily warm room.
Elena picked me around 3 and returned me to Sangũesa. She said that the hotel owner had had a fatal heart attack while paddle boarding on the Yesa reservoir. Tonight the hotel has returned to its ghost like state and I’ve just had another supermarket picnic beside the river supplemented by a Toblerone ice cream which I ate walking back up the steep hill.
It’s a little cooler now, temperatures due to drop again tomorrow. I’ll survive the night without a fan.