Apparently this is the wettest weather that this part of Spain has experienced for 25 years. I left at about 07.45 this morning, having slept with 7 women last night! I was rather tired this morning. Some of them snored. We were all modest, as one is in these shared dormitories - everyone observes everyone else´s privacy as much as possible.
Following yesterday´s experience of me being very wet inside my waterproofs, I decided to be pragmatic about things today and didn´t bother wearing any. It wasn´t raining when I started, but it soon did, a light drizzle from low clouds at first, then getting heavier. It wouldnt have been so bad, perhaps, but the first 10k was through forest paths, and although rain might start out as quite fine, by the time its dripping of the lower leaves and branches it is descending in lumps.
The rain ceased after about 3 hours and I stopped to breakfast on what was left of the nuts and dates I´d bought for supper last evening. A Spaniard who was sitting on the wall next to me offered me some walnuts he had in a packet. He was part of a group of guys about my age, most of whom I´d passed a while back. I set off a little bit ahwead of them, but by this time the rain had started again; feeling a bit chilled after my halt I´d put my "waterproof" jacket on. But I didn´t put the hood up, thus allowing some of my own-created steam to escape. Even though my shirt and shorts were soaked through I was more comfortable than I had been yesterday, but I must have cut a rather comical figure (more so than usual), because I was still wearing my straw hat. But it manages to stop about 60% of trhe rain, and the rest steams away off the top of my newly crew-cut head.
A lot of the path had, again, turned to a stream, several inches dep in places, sometimes quite a torrent, and I had to be pretty careful how I picked my way. Eventually we came out of the woods, walked along a road for a short distance and then veered off to the side, onto the muddiest track you could imagine, and it was like this for the next 3 or 4 kilometres.
I had already decided that I would push on to Pamplona today, and once I´d got to the outskirts I treated my feet to a rest and a change into dry socks before pushing on. The route passes though an interesting little enclave. There were about 15 young men chatting outside a small block of run-down aprartments, with one or two older people and a couple of infants as well - and they all had apparently identical (I didn´t stare) mullet-style haircuts. Even the women.
I´ve booked into an hotel in the centre of Pamplona for two night, whilst this is good in many respects )privacy being the main one)the Refugio that i could have used has clothes and boot drying facilities - and is a lot cheaper. I´ve awarded myself this break in recognistion of the fact that a) I intended to have my first day´s break here and 
I´m already 2 days ahead of schedule. I walked about 22k today and feel pretty much ok, my shoulders are a bit stiff, both from the pack and the damp, I guess, buit the rest of my aches "within acceptable limits", and I´m delighted that my foot seems to be holding up ok. I had a bath once I got here and afterwards decided to do without the strapping on my foot that has been a permanent fixture for the last 5 weeks or so - let my skin recover from all the adhesive!
Being aware that there´s always someone else wanting tyo use an internet connection, I´m not spending time going back and correcting my typos ... sorry about that.