This morning we got up early and walked to the airport. I can now say, apart from taxing on the runway, I have crossed Spain under my own steam (if that makes sense).

At the airport we met Indiana Jones and one of his harem, and Irish Dave was there too. Irish Dave was the guy who originally told us about Indiana and how he’d met a girl and was doing Camino twice.

Anyway, they were all on our flight to Gatwick today.

We arrived in Bournemouth safely and are currently drinking wine in the back yard.

See you tomorrow.

I’m seeing a pattern here. My phone and fleece are also orange: