Today was the driving day. Normally we only do a couple of hours actual driving a day but as we were heading for the Pyrenees it was a necessity. To be totally honest the first part of the trip we could have been in Australia, it is easy to see it is the end of summer with dry paddocks and bales of hay stacked high in barns and under cover - perhaps a sign of a long winter ahead. We stopped at a tiny town called Monzon known for absolutely nothing but a warm welcome to a bunch of Aussies who stumbled their way through ordering coffee and using the loo. The men who were having their morning coffee/something more substantial took it all in their stride including the man who is obviously used to having
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