Leaving the Flock (2)

We were walking in the zone, in a line of pilgrims stretching for 100s of miles all the way to Santiago, when in a little nondescript village we spied a little sign, and thought: why not, it's only 3 miles out of the way (or would that be off the way?)

When we arrived and rang the bell, the farmer came by and gave us a private tour.