Burgos to Hornillos, day/stage 13

The temperature dropped again this morning and I was bettered prepared as I left Burgos in my Scottish walking gear, minus the long trousers just in case it rained – legs dry much more efficiently than kit. My three Irish companions were taking a rest day so it is unlikely I will see them again. Burgos is on my list as a city to revisit at some point in the future.
There was quite a trail of pilgrims to follow so I had the luxury of taking in my surroundings rather than having to navigate my way out of quite a complex city with fewer than usual Camino signs. I fell in with folk from Wellington and walked with them to my coffee stop in Tardajos and a second stop in quiet Rabé de las Calzadas which sadly receives little or no Camino income, nearly everyone like me taking an opportunistic break in Tardajos. Rabé de las Calzadas was stork city. Both churches were covered in nests, most looked occupied. The village was breathtakingly beautiful, not of this age. The only sign of life was the Priest at the tiny Erminta de Neustra Señora de Monasterio greeting Pilgrims.
And then it was the start Meseta, a 180km incomparable stretch along the plains of Castile and León. A brief taste today, unusually cool and cloudy skies which look like continuing for another 24 hours before the weather resumes a more natural pattern. I’m told the next 7 days of wheat fields, (and hopefully poppies), have a lasting effect on the psyche, and demand pre dawn starts to avoid the intense heat. Above all a place to experience beingness. 
This evening I am in Hornillos, in a comfortable and sociable Albergue. It was supposed to rain at 6.00, instead the sun came out bringing a little warmth. I explored the village and noticed these dispersed stone buildings, used I guess for storage or perhaps animals. The place was scattered with poppies and goldfinches feasting on the dandelion seeds.