This morning we had the satellite repair men coming round to fix the dish, which (happily for me) has been broken for the last 18 months. They came yesterday, but it’s been cherry picker war in our street, with a crew already installed at the entrance, painting a house and blocking everyone else from driving down. Our guys managed to negotiate a truce today and they let them through. Turns out one of the guys used to own our house and renovated it years ago. He was amazed to see the changes and we gave him the grand tour. So we’ve now met three of the previous owners and someone who was born in our house. Small world…

Once they had gone, it was lunchtime and we debated the plan for the day. The choices were: 1) go flying; 2) stay in and work; 3) do something else. We looked at each other and simultaneously said “do something else!”. You don’t have to fly every possible day. So we went to Camprodon, which is a town whose outskirts we’ve driven through scores of times, but never actually stopped in. To be fair, we haven’t been for some years, as we used to drive through on our way skiing in Valter 2000, but we’ve not been there in years either.

Camprodon is really nice. Famous for its bridge and river flowing through it, we thought it had a really nice genteel feel to it. We discovered a civil war museum, which unfortunately was closed, but we’ll definitely go back when it’s open.

We drove back through the Val d’en Bac, and walked up to a torre which turned out to be a name of a house, rather than an actual tower. We did find a 12th century church and a herd of Norwegian fjord horses, and the biggest bull I’ve seen outside Andalusia.

See photos of today.

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