Los patos.....

.....van el día de fiesta. Yes, it's time for the Buckmeister and his charming hand maiden to sally forth into far flung corners of la Unión Europea. I had proposed to Owen that since this was intended to be a chaps only holiday, Buckita should remain in Edinburgh to keep Mum company; but Owen was outraged and so my planned father/son lesson in misogynism is thwarted by the company of a lady.

We may be out of blip range for a while as we're travelling light with backpacks and little else*, but I'll try to upload at least once.

*and clothes, but you know what I mean.