I should really write these things before beer o' clock.
The day started with one of my favourite rides through the woods north of Burgo de Osma. The parched south was over and we now had autumnal wooded hill sides to ride through, although the red squirrels playing did sometimes distract from noticing cow spoor ( and the inevitable herd of cows on the road).
The further north we rode the more autumnal the colours. Very petty.
I had been looking forward to the ride today through the Basque country, however in the end it disappointed. Latterly the roads were either covered by a carpet of (falling) fresh leaves or cars. The roads here are very nadgerly and/or very busy. Although the area can be beautiful, it is definitely not our favourite region to ride in.
The last section we were accompanied by a couple of local bikers that pestered John but wouldn't pass him. When eventually waved through they failed to get away from us despite cutting all the corners/speeding through towns and us having full luggage.
We are now at our last hotel and enjoying beer.
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