Thing one we didn't have that we should have had: A European domestic plug to outdoor camping plug adapter. Thankfully the camp site loaned us one, and wanted just €10 as a deposit (for which we got a beautifully laminated fake €10 note as receipt). We figured out this probably wouldn't be the last place we needed one of these so did some Googling for a nearby shop that would sell us one. There weren't any. So in the early hours, under the cover of dawn, we made off with theirs... and their fake €10 note. If you're reading this Angosto: sorry 😞 So with our ill-gotten goods we headed for the border, to Andorra, hoorah. Stopped for lunch at Huesca, but actually couldn't stop for lunch in the city as there was no where to park the wagon, so instead we drove around it for a bit looking at its walls, and then got a Maccis instead. Stopped to take a selfie next to a waterway to send to Mother's picture frame, then headed up hill. Got confused at the border, tried to ...

First day of figuring out MTB routes not in England. Plotted one that seemed not to smash through anyone's garden and set off. Glorious day, sun out but not crazy hot. Set off through a little village, then hit the first trail up the hill. Groundworks dude in an excavator half way up laying pipes stopped what he was doing and let us past. Saw virtually no one (perfect), rode through the woods for a bit, and found the trail. Easy but fun gradual descent. Steep enough to maintain speed without trying, but that meant it lasted for ages. Saw a cheeky fox darting about infront of us. Got back to the campsite and had a burger from the restaurant for tea. Tickets for Crankworx in Austria went on sale so nabbed two of those bad boys!

After a farewell lunch in Plymouth yesterday we got on the overnight boat and crossed the Bay of Biscay. Treated to some delightful on board entertainment 😬, and a truckers breakfast, we landed in Spain on Monday morning. Passport control consisted of a dude asking if it was a camper van then waving us through. Few hours on some twisty roads, and then a few hours across some barren land that felt like we'd get ambushed some dodgy types any minute, we arrived at stop one: Camping Angosto. Filled up the water tank at the wrong place - at least we think that's what the Spanish dude was trying to tell us :/ It begins!