The rest of the ferry ride was great, I had a good sleep and listened to a really interesting talk on whales and porpoises we might see. I didn't see any but I was just too lazy to stand there watching for hours.

Coming into Santander was quite an experience. The heat was amazing, at least 20 degrees and I began to be worried for the trip ahead. All the bikes had been stuffed up a corner, so loading up and reversing them out was a bit of a hassle. Of course when it was time to go Betty wouldn't start, so we held everyone up. Oops.

Out of the terminal and straight onto the motorway, this new sat nav thing was doing the business. Out of town we got up to speed and soon found ourselves in fantastic mountains with little villages appearing every now and again. I was loving this. Through snow capped mountains with ski resorts one minute, and then into vast plains of barely arable land where the sky was so big it looked like it was picking on you for being so small.

The road was slight and polite, never being busy and I never appeared to offend when buying fuel and food, especially when I slipped into Italian, because it has some kind of similarity to Spanish.

Its like the Romans hadn't even left

500kms later and I had got to the furthest point I would have imagined that I would reach, so I was going to settle down here. It is a mainly caravan park just south of Pasencia. Nice and quiet and I have struck up a wonderful relationship with a retired couple from Northern Ireland, so I'm about off for some craic!

Additional: craic was good, smashing people, but whatever they say, I'm not going to get my head cut off by some jihadist. Daily Mail has made the world out to be a terrifying place. It isn't. Full stop. End of that one. Is England any better at cricket?