Well, I’m back in Pontevedra, after another smooth-as-a-millpond crossing on Brittany Ferries’ excellent big boat, the Pont-Aven. Splashed out last night in the main restaurant and was royally fed on a shoulder of lamb that could have fed three. Appropriately called Agneau Gargantua. But the Sancerre wine helped it go down, even if it was the wrong colour.
Anyway, here’s the inevitable re-entry report . . .
- Time to first cut-up on a roundabout – Less than one minute. British driver.
- Time to witnessing first near-miss between two cars – Less than three minutes. Both British.
- Time to being forced to pull out into fast-moving traffic in the main street of Santander because of illegal double parking – four, five, six and seven minutes.
- Time to hearing first young female say to another “Mira, coño.” – Seven hours forty-five minutes.
- Time to recalling how pretty Spanish women are – Seven hours forty-six minutes.
Good to be home, even if the weather between Cantabria and Galicia was even worse than that in Plymouth when we set sail yesterday.
P. S. Welcome to Liliana. I may be getting the hang of this Followers thing . . .