Drove past Biescas and up to the crossing point at Portalet. The cafes and shops were all very busy and the sight of the old border control reminded me of driving over with Dad more than twenty years ago when he hid all his gin from the customs men by pouring it into bottles of orange Fanta [gin and orange had been a popular drink in his day]. That was all very well until we reached the outskirts of London; I woke up after dozing, went round to the back of the car for a drink, saw what I thought was a nice refreshing Fanta, and took a big swig from one of the bottles – and it was only 9.00am. Dad had known exactly what I was about to do and when I staggered back into the car was sitting there with the most wicked grin on his face!
We parked up with Richard and Cheryl and sat outside one of the cafes with coffees and a large plate of chips. It was lovely to sit there on top of the Pyrenees basking in the Autumn sunshine!
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