Hi there, I'm Perty....or PB or PAB or Pabby or sometimes just plain Paul. I'm a long time lurker and occasional 'er but thought it was about time I changed that, so I hope you'll enjoy this report from back in 2004. The trip kicked off on the 31<SUP>st</SUP> July 2004. This is me (and Bertha), fully loaded, feeling rather fragile after a surprise send off party the night before, and a tad worried about guiding the old girl through the car park that we call our motorway system. Id called in the sabbatical card at work, agreeing 3 months off, and the house was all but sold, so the finances were sorted. There was no more reason to linger, time to tick off some miles. Months of planning had gone into the itinerary and it went something like this; <DIR>1. Catch the ferry at Calais 2. Head to the parents house in the South West of France 3. Generally get pampered for a week or two 4. Head for Greece . </DIR>A long trip down through France brought me to the old folks house in the wee hours. Mum dished up a quick glass of celebratory Vin Rouge and it was off to bed for a well deserved snooze. La Romieu is the nearest place, a lovely quiet village and great for just sitting and watching. Nothing much happens but I like it. It has a very grand church for the size of the village and sees a steady stream of walkers, as it lies on one of the many pilgrimage routes to Santiago de Compostela. From the top of the church tower And the cloisters The whole area is quite stunning, this village (I think) is Lavardens Market day in Fleurance And in late summer, the sunflowers are everywhere After a week I was itching to ride, so jumped on Bertha, set the Sat Nav and headed over the Pyrenees to join my best chum and family for a few days sitting on the beach in Spain. The journey was great with the Sat Nav selecting a few choice roads. After a terrific week of complete alcohol and food over indulgence (not to mention people watching), it was back over the Pyrenees to the parents for a few days. The holiday was over, time to travel.