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…
Spain’s been saving its best until last
When we arrived at Camping Pena Montanesa I asked the person checking me in whether there were any nice walks from the campsite. He told me about 3 or 4 including one to a place called Ainsa. As we were…
Into the Pyrenees
Today started with Sarah, the dogs and I making the 15 minute walk into the centre of Huesca. It turned out to be a bit of a waste of time, in truth. The Rough Guide made the old town sound…