Here Comes The Sun

There can be few lovelier things than getting off an aeroplane in mid-february to be greeted by warm air and clear blue skies.  It is a pity that this is immediately followed by trying to clear immigration and customs in a world where travel declaration forms, vaccine passports and temperature checks are part of the crappy 'new normal'.

The plane was rammed with families getting a head start on half term and it is hard to imagine how this can possibly be 'covid safe' but time will tell.  Our cunning plan for avoiding getting stranded somewhere with Covid is to not test.

No matter, we are in Spain!  We have reassembled our steeds (some of us did this quicker than others!), ridden them the 8 miles to our hotel and had a celebratory sherbet.  Accommodation is splendidly inexpensive at this time of year and our 4* gaff is costing just 50 quid including breakfast. 

Since we are in Spain we might go to the Italian restaurant over the road for dinner.......but only if we can stay awake and sober enough to last until they open (probably about 3am).  

Tomorrow we have 80 hilly miles to do and it might get ugly.

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  1. Caption for Neil's picture..."Where the hell are my pants"

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