The weather was getting colder, and rain was setting in, it was time to follow the birds and head South. We checked all Gurty’s levels and gave her a good once over before heading over 800 kms across Spain. It took 3 days to cross the windy dusty plains feeling like we were on the set of a Clint Eastwood movie. But rather than cigars and bourbon we were fuelled by good coffee and Werthers originals, or ‘Grandads’ as we like to call them.
The first night we parked up 4 km away from the motorway by a pretty river in San Miguel near Valladolid,
We’re going down down baby
The second night we were so exhausted we stopped in a restaurant car park which was also a trucker stop at Badajoz, 7km from the border. We didn’t hang around as it was the equivalent of a motorway services: dirty, full of salacious truckers and the smell of over fried food. Just pull up, lock doors, curtains down, eat, sleep and run away in the morning.
Wake up in the morning and let’s go to Portugal for breakfast, happy days.
Wandering Wytch 
Lucky you its pouring with rain here !! love mum xxxx
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