Well well, we arrived at ‘The Well in Fennel’. Le Petit Puis in La Fenoulier, Julia & Kevin’s holiday home in France. It’s a pretty name; certainly prettier than say ‘The Bucket in Garlic’ and we had a pretty good time there. Their daughter Hannah arrived a day later than us, flying in on […]
We left Torla around 10:30am and headed south for the very last time. The drive to Ainsa was scenic, but not as dramatic as what we had been seeing for the last five days or so. By the time we arrived at Camping Ainsa the thermometer had hit 35°C and for the first time
Farewell to Camping Gavin where the eagles soar overhead. It was a nice campsite, one of the best and I felt a little sad to be leaving after four nights there. With our eyes locked firmly on the sky, we drove up the Valle de Tena and over the Col du Portalet to make another
On the road to Pamplona we expected to meet a lot of traffic. But yet again the road was empty, the nation was either still asleep at 10:30am or they were all already at the bullring. After we passed Pamplona and crossed from Navarra into Aragón, the clouds seemed to lift higher in the
Sadly, Saturday had been a whole day without cherries and yet another day without a pasteis de nata. How is that you can cross an imaginary line in Europe that says you are now in Spain and suddenly no-one sells pasteis de nata, or roadside cherries. When we crossed from Germany to France last
Friday started with the internet down, wet rain falling down and a massacre down in the shower cubicle. At 9:30am, as everyone else was collecting their bread from reception, we checked out and set off. We were both apprehensive about riding a cable car and standing in a damp cloud, but as we drove up
It was after 10am by the time we drove away from Cudillero and we didn’t drive very far to start with. We stopped on the outskirts of Avilés at a huge Carrefour supermarket and went a bit crazy. Rodney came away with a pair of swimming shorts and a couple of screwdrivers in the size