On the one occasion that I visited Ferrol it could well be described as ‘closed’ I overnighted in Coruna, which was delightful. I visited John Moore’s grave
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Moore_(British_Army_officer) and had a lovely evening in the various friendly bars.
I took the first ‘bus of the day to Ferrol, disembarked, failed to find anywhere open and started walking. It’s an excellent route and more authentically Spanish (or Galician) than the Frances.
And relax.
I’ve failed to find an opportunity for my Trenhotel story thus far, so here we go:
To walk the Ingles I took the Trenhotel train from Madrid Chamartin to Coruna. It left Madrid at about 11 at night on platform adjacent to similar trains to Lisbon, Barcelona and somewhere else. All looked identical, left from adjacent platforms and left within 20 minutes of each other at a time when most passengers would be tired, distracted or (in my case, amongst others) inebriated.
I got on as soon as convenient and found the bar, so as to not break my stride, then when they ran out of beer found my berth in a 4-bunk compartment. Being public-school educated I immediately shed all my clothes (OK, perhaps not exactly ‘all’ to appease the humourless - but let’s say I undressed for bed as one might expect in a sleeping compartment, OK?), then introduced myself to my more reserved companions. They all seemed to think that removing your shoes was as ‘undressed’ as you should be; having me in the room probably just confirmed their judgement.
Anyway …
The ticket check was about an hour after departure. To his consternation, but the delight of we other three, one of my companions was intending to go to Lisbon, was in the right compartment but on the wrong train, and found himself unceremoniously hoofed-off the train at one of those tiny stops in the middle of the meseta with no visible buildings in the vicinity.
Our mood lifted by this (what’s the Spanish for schardenfreude?) the remaining three of us decided that a bit of ‘survivor bonding’ was in order and persuaded the staff to reopen the bar. I did replace my trousers, just to be polite and so as to not frighten those of a nervous disposition.
One of the best nights of my life. The cost of my bed was pretty much wasted, we only had an hour or so after the wine ran out before we got to Coruna.