Our holiday in northern Spain was lovely. We stayed in Tudes, a village of 30 people in the middle of the Picos de Europa, 20 minutes from the nearest shop and 90 minutes from the nearest hospital. It was very relaxing with a log fire every evening and plenty of local cheese and wine.
There were a couple of cute cats there and we gave one of them a sardine for dinner. The next day a dead bird was on our doorstep, perfectly intact and looking like it was sleeping. With its eyes open. On its side.
A generous return of favour and a sign that not all cats are selfish. Verity thought it was a penguin, for which we can blame Happy Feet.
The ferry crossing was interesting since most of the passengers were on a mini-cruise, sailing to Bilbao and back without getting off and spending three days and nights eating, drinking and smoking themselves to death.
On the final morning we squeezed in a quick visit to the Guggenheim in Bilbao, or at least the outside of the Guggenheim, and it is genuinely impressive. Verity rather liked the spider.