On Our Way To Spain

Carolyne, Gary’s darling wife, picked me up at 4.30 this morning to take me and her daft husband to Leeds Bradford airport. We’re flying to Reus, where we finished our last walk. We’ve trekked south to the river Ebro before, seven years ago so we can take a bus down to Móra d’Ebre as we’ve already walked it. Our rules.

Our flight was busy,

The flight was late taking off and we had a connecting bus to make in Reus. We missed it by the time we landed so we walked from the airport up to the town centre.

We had a six hour wait for the next bus so we had a fabulous fabada soup in a backstreet bar, and a few glasses of beer.

By the time the bus arrived we were more than ready for it. Six hours in Reus is 24 hours in Barnsley.

An hour later we were in Móra d’Ebre.

Gazza found the hostel. He’s good in a difficult situation.

Tomorrow the trek begins.

I’ve overestimated our journey. The redline will finish north of Valencia but I can’t alter it. This blog has taken me three hours!

Night night.