In the absence of Micky I'll throw up a few pictures of our recent trip (seems like ages ago) to Spain to attend the wedding of our good friends Decky and Theresa. I'll skip the bit about Brittany Ferries and the almost obligatory picture of ageing bikers in front of food and drink, cos it bores me.
Seven of us in total, five ageing men and our two carers, Annie and Magnet.
So we'll start with a late arrival on Monday evening at Santander, a brief tour of the docks courtesy of someone's SatNav. and a straight run down the N67, over a cold and damp mountain range to Herrera de Valdecanas and the Villa Ferrera Posada Real. The village is near to Palencia, just over two hours from Santander, and a good layover if you're going South.
Only issue is the village itself looks a bit like Beirut until you get in there and find an excellent hotel, with an enigmatic host, a bar littered with a couple of local drunks, and a small Jack Russell pup thats pleased to see us.
Seven of us in total, five ageing men and our two carers, Annie and Magnet.
So we'll start with a late arrival on Monday evening at Santander, a brief tour of the docks courtesy of someone's SatNav. and a straight run down the N67, over a cold and damp mountain range to Herrera de Valdecanas and the Villa Ferrera Posada Real. The village is near to Palencia, just over two hours from Santander, and a good layover if you're going South.
Only issue is the village itself looks a bit like Beirut until you get in there and find an excellent hotel, with an enigmatic host, a bar littered with a couple of local drunks, and a small Jack Russell pup thats pleased to see us.