Wake Me Up Before You Go Go

Miles of sweeping bends and poppy fields have given way to an arid barren landscape. A true sign that we are rapidly approaching journeys end.

Chris hasn't spared the horses and Paul suspects that he's been deliberately over-revving, simply because he can.

The exhaust has sounded brilliant through the many tunnels, and has encouraged shifting down a gear the hear the full roar of the un-silenced 1.8 litre engine.

Just 20 miles left, mostly on the A2, to our destination, a shower, prize giving and a parade down the Ramblas to an excellent little seafood restaurant Paul knows.

He's just had a little snooze in readiness.