It’s winter in the Dordogne and time to head south for a tiny bit of winter sun. A few years ago Gerry decided that we should escape the cold and the grey and head to Portugal; we do love Portugal but this year decided that we would wander elsewhere and try Estepona in the south of Spain.
We left home in the rain and drove down to the Spanish border under a very grey sky. As we crossed the border at Irun we had sleet that stayed with us as we drove on towards Burgos; which didn’t make for a pleasant drive. I sent the Gazelles a photo as we passed Belorado and my thoughts wandered back to the warm sunny days 10 months ago when me, Jaqui and Sarah had giggled our way across that path. However, my navigation duties forced me back to the motorway, the sleet and today’s destination.
Anyway… we drove home from Muxia and a few days later I had the op. In my head I thought I would be off my feet for a day or two but in reality I was off my feet for a few weeks. Indeed it’s Boxing Day now and I still have the remnants of swelling and bruising. To make matters worse, just as it was starting to feel better, I picked up some kind of cold/flu virus and both me and Matt have spent the last week or so coughing and spluttering.
Then We Walked 