Spain | TRAVEL
Right, try to imagine it is Lancashire in late January 2022, and the damp, depressing drabness of winter has eaten deep into our souls. Leaving us desperate to clear off somewhere more salubrious. Somewhere warm and sunny, in the ‘van, of course, and for a few months. Well, up to 89½ days to be more precise. Not that I'm complaining (much), but yes, we were chomping at the bit to get away to the Mediterranean by the shortest possible route, and as soon as possible.
So I got on t'interweb and tried to book a ferry from Portsmouth to Bilbao. There weren't any. Brittany Ferries were a ship short of a full fleet, and were only going to Santander. Fine, but whilst an extra hour of driving didn't matter, the lack of any sailings available whatsoever (with a cabin) until 1 March was ‘a bit of a setback’. These are not the actual words I used at the time.
Yes, we could've gone Dover-Calais, but I can't be doing with the hassle of driving to Dover from here (M6, M42, M40, M25, M20) and then have to face that endless road through France in winter. So we decided to sit it out until March.
If we hadn't been so desperate we may have recognised that this was a sign from the gods, and called the whole thing off, but my good
