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Sooooooo, the wife is teaching a writing class tonight, it's 6.30pm, sunset is at 7.20pm, outside temp 10°c and falling, do I watch the tele, go on the computer and edit some images....or....get the westy out and race the sunset. No prizes for this quiz...what a freekin blast I have just had, bundled up, goggles on and grinning like a fool...took every country backroad I could find, not a soul on any of them, strange how the exhaust tone sounds so much sweeter in the crisp evening air. That last 50 kms on the 533 in the falling light with those bulbous 7inch cibies lighting up the road ahead was a joy...I am such a kid at heart...God I hope I never grow up!

Bravo !!! me, Nathalie, and Céleste are glad to learn your come back. Following the thread and meeting you the last saturday, I have the feeling of having made the trip too! I'm happy you are all enjoyed and full of emotions about this trip. We feel it and you share it with us! It gives us envy... And we never forget the dog story, pictures and blueleader! A project, an adventure, an experience, and now many souvenirs that you don't forget ... Jean-Marie

Fantastic Week! Both my brother an I really enjoyed it! Wayne and Gwen really pull off a blinder! We had the roof off all holiday and somewhere in Auch released my head was well sunburnt. it was cap on for the rest of the trip! It`s the people that make up an exceptional holiday and a big thanks to all.

The Dog Story.................. Somewhere in Spain just south of the Pyrenees, our six westies were traveling in convoy enjoying the beautiful scenery, on a twisty bit Blueleader (Wshep) missed a left turn so we all pulled over shortly after and did a U turn. We rejoined into traffic and Lee joined behind a truck. We all had PMR radios but in the confusion Lee missed the turn as we drove back as the westy in front was unsighted due to the truck. We realized after a short time Lee was missing so the now five westies pulled over. Wshep was trying to contact Lee via the PMR so I volunteered to walk back to the junction to flag lee down, I left my helmet on as I had my PMR radio earpiece plumbed in. After five minutes walk I approached the junction, just before it there was the only building for miles out of which ran an extremely large (Spanish) German Shepherd running full chat in my direction. It was a strange sensation as it approached, my mind was trying to decide which was best out of the two options I could think of………. leg it or stand my ground. For some reason I chose the latter. As the German Sheperd closed in I turned away and braced for impact, two paws hit my upper back, I managed to stay upright as I was getting nibbled, licked and sniffed. Unfortunately the Spanish dog failed to understand my English swearing and cursing, but luckily the dog did not bite and I managed to finally get away albeit covered in saliva and shaking like a chicken. I was now past the dog and at the junction and made the decision that when Lee arrived I will have to somehow squeeze into the passenger seat along with Lee’s brother Gary. That’s when the message came through the PMR from Wshep: come back Marcus, Lee has been in touch via phone and is making his own way to the hotel! As I turned around the dog was still there……… as I got closer it charged again for round two this time deciding, after another slobbering, to pinch my PMR. It was having a good chew trying to decide what flavour it was when the owner finally came out of the house. I pointed to the dog and he retrieved the PMR, still intact but dripping in saliva. We tried and failed to exchange pleasantries so I left, arriving back with the others rather later than expected. Come on say it - this thread is useless without pictures, well I think Wshep has a picture somewhere of my heroic return As you can guess the rest of the holiday had a dog theme: Marcus do you want to take the lead etc etc All good fun

We've all done that, after a few times you start feeling the jacket all over.

I got it! £335 plus postage

Doggie stories to one side, this is the group in the restaurant on Saturday. They put us in our room with the table laid for 16. The little boy is Celeste the son of Jean-Marie and Nathalie who are beside him further from the camera. They are a wonderful family and we feel privileged to know them.

thats the best thing Ive read on here in a long time and tbh I have been doing exactly that with mine. On Sunday we drove a 130 mile round trip went the twistiest back roads and coast roads across to Whitby to get fish and chips just because we can and was prob the dearest meal ive bought in a while bearing in mind we had them in the freezer and you are correct thats what these types of cars are about, to be fair swmbo doesnt understand what I get out of it as she isnt a driver but is happy to ride Shotgun and the last few weeks we have been out at least twice a week in it for days out , she even went out and bought us matching woolly hats yesterday to keep us warm as the weather is turning nippy

It's now a Lamborghini 'Aven't a Door. Where are my hat and coat...

A couple from our first day over there (sorry for the poor compression they're from Facebook uploads and that screws with the photos):

Stephen, lighten up my friend. The person who can't laugh at themselves is a very poor person. I always take the view that if people laugh at me then that's good. I know we are all a joke to someone so we may as well let them laugh at us and join in.