Hello Pals.
The foul weather continues to plague us.
We sailed over the border into Spain on a tidal wave of giant raindrops, with a violent tail wind forcing us towards Vittorio Gastez at a rate of knots while the van was being pebble dashed by hailstones!!
Apart from the weather, I’m afraid that the Sat Nav lady had a senior moment and took us on a round trip of €15 worth of toll roads and the sights of the small coastal towns around San Sebastián.
Having seen signs for the AP1, the N1 which became the A1, she crumbled under the weight of too much information.
Eventually all calmed down and we cruised down the N1 enjoying occasional glimpses of the sun.
Distant Sierras were snow covered but evidence of a colourful Spring was to be seen in the unfurling of leaves and the pink blossom of cherry trees. There were fifty shades of green from fields to forests.
Then we overtook an idiot ......... who was driving his huge artic using his feet on the steering wheel.
As you can imagine, we both sounded like Victor Meldrew “ I don’t believe it !! “
Tonight we are parked up in the town of Palencia and tomorrow we head for Caceres. It is wall to wall motor homes, as the returning French Snow Birds from Morocco meet the Springtimers heading south to the Mediterranean.
The foul weather continues to plague us.
We sailed over the border into Spain on a tidal wave of giant raindrops, with a violent tail wind forcing us towards Vittorio Gastez at a rate of knots while the van was being pebble dashed by hailstones!!
Apart from the weather, I’m afraid that the Sat Nav lady had a senior moment and took us on a round trip of €15 worth of toll roads and the sights of the small coastal towns around San Sebastián.
Having seen signs for the AP1, the N1 which became the A1, she crumbled under the weight of too much information.
Eventually all calmed down and we cruised down the N1 enjoying occasional glimpses of the sun.
Distant Sierras were snow covered but evidence of a colourful Spring was to be seen in the unfurling of leaves and the pink blossom of cherry trees. There were fifty shades of green from fields to forests.
Then we overtook an idiot ......... who was driving his huge artic using his feet on the steering wheel.
As you can imagine, we both sounded like Victor Meldrew “ I don’t believe it !! “
Tonight we are parked up in the town of Palencia and tomorrow we head for Caceres. It is wall to wall motor homes, as the returning French Snow Birds from Morocco meet the Springtimers heading south to the Mediterranean.
The wild north coast
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