Dear Diary... Day 4

Great to see Mark and Lls at the Santander ferry port on their way back to the UK after a winter on the Spanish coast. After a sweaty wait in the bowels of the chunderbucket for what seemed like eternity we were released onto the Spanish infrastructure. G decided to stick to 60 and the rest thundered off into the distance. It was horrendous! It rained non-stop! Anyway, for some reason best known to the God of petrol tank management, we ended up at the hotel about two hours before the rest of the lads. This is Rioja country and Simsie's in her elephant. The beer's not bad either! Ambar it's called.