Ah the Pyrenees – one can’t fail to love the fresh air up in the mountains. It took seven hours, as predicted, to get here; the drive was noisy in my car but bearable. My dad, in his much faster car, got here 45 minutes before us (my brother came along for the ride with me) so he opened up the house etc… which made life less stressful.

On the way, we got to the scene of an accident about five minutes after it happened. People still bleeding, no police, no ambulance – it’s difficult to see how it occurred though as the road was completely empty, it can’t have been past seven in the morning (we set off at five). There was another car behind, which hadn’t rolled, its front was smashed in, so I guess one hit the other. As far as I could tell, the driver of the car pictured here got out safely – can’t have been completely unscathed though…

Anyway, as I’d hoped the internet works here but it’s extraordinarily slow – I’m just going to stop typing, hit send and hope for the best. See you on the other side.