This morning we had our first real taste of autumn. As we drove north through the wooded and undulating Gascon countryside, a thick mist shrouded everything. After an hour or so the mist began to burn off and we were…
Homeward Bound
As we pointed Basil’s nose northwards towards the high Pyrenees and France it definitely felt as if we were heading home and bringing this trip to a close. In reality we have been angling our way towards Blighty for a…
Wash Day Blues
Last night the campsite restaurant turned out to be not too bad. Not too good either, but that’s to be expected. There was a choice of pizza, pizza, pizza, pizza and one or two other things, so we chose pizza.…