Messages had started to reach us from outside camp that the weather was cold and wet on the north coast of Spain and snow was falling across the Pyrenees. As we contemplated our return journey we started to get that feeling you have when you are nice and warm in bed and you really don't want to step out into the cold but you know you can't stay there forever. We didn't want to leave our cosy little bubble on the Med, especially as our planned route home took us across the Pyrenees and up the very wet, West coast of France. On the plus side at least the cold and wet weather clothes we had brought with us would get an outing. 

The weather and temperatures during our stay in Spain have exceeded our expectations, we came loaded with jumpers and jeans, but the only things we needed were t-shirts, shorts and the odd fleece for those cool evenings. But, when it rains, it rains! Black clouds stacked on black clouds that make the daytime feel like night, deep rumbling thunder that make the walls shake and lightning that goes on forever across the dark sky. All this accompanied with torrential downpours. We had a couple of days of these storms, during which it's all quite cosy sat in the MoHo, except that it's no good trying to watch TV, talk or sleep because the sound of the rain hammering on the roof of the van makes it impossible.