Having spent the last 4 hours completing our record from Tangier to here, we find our efforts wasted.The ship's wi-fi - yes, we're outbound from Santander - dropped offline while we were updating everything. Since it's an on-line system, what we thought we'd been saving as we went along wasn't. Saved, that is. So we've just discovered that the whole lot has gone over the side. Sleeping with the fishes. To say we're p*ssed off is an understatement, but actually, the trip's over now. We've done what we came for.

Having spent some time collecting the images for the "lost" episode, we thought we'd include them here and, one day, write up the Spanish/UK portion of our return. There's not much to say about it so far, though, so barring drama during our south-north transit of GB the rest is going to be more boring to read than some of what's gone before.

Tangier Med port entry...

A short crossing to Algeciras and an overnight near Seville:

As we were passing within 50 miles of the border, we thought we'd have lunch in Portugal. Sue had visions of crisp linen and polished cutlery. Mike had thoughts of a mug of tea and a sandwich, eaten under a shady tree next to a babbling brook. In reality, the only thing worth recording at our deserted petrol station, next to a muddy creek was this:

The border was marked by a pockmarked eU sign and nothing else, not even a flag. A non-event. Later, we went in search of a spot to wild camp:

We didn't realise how much of Spain isn't flat. We got there in the end, though:

Bismillah!

Thanks for coming along with us. We've enjoyed the trip.