Into the sunrise

There is a very good reason films don't end with people driving off into the sunrise. Next time I shall endeavour to plan routes that don't find me blinded for an hour or two each morning.

Not sure what else I have learned, except perhaps the splendidness of the French auto toll booth thing and the importance of finding a way to buy a Spanish equivalent.

About 550miles in a day is about right.

The satnav does not always know best and may, sometimes, be either drunk or deliberately sabotaging.

We may possibly have bought the most patient, understanding puppy in the land. Who also incidentally was firework tested on Monday night in Bilbao and slept through the whole thing. Though she is not yet indoor restaurant proof, as tested and failed at breakfast this morning.

France is enormous.

Lesley x

Ps total mileage: 1419