Day two and it has to be said that we're all feeling the effects of yesterday. Amy crawled from her bed like a bear awakening from hibernation, except this one looked like crutches were required. By half past seven there was no sound from the adjoining room. I rang and someone sounding like Harrison answered.... Continue Reading →
Hola Canillo
Remind me to travel from Luton again. 20 minutes up the road, loads of shops and no way near as busy as Heathrow or Gatwick. In usual fashion we over estimated the time to get there and were sitting in the terminal with three hours to go... Breakfast was nice and there was plenty to... Continue Reading →