It´s the morning of the 21st and I´m about to go to Bilbao for the first time. We´re seeing a band called Capsula there tonight, not sure whether they´re Basque or Spanish. Goren and I had a great night with a friend of his at the festival for San Sebastian, so much so we had to stay in a darkened atmosphere for most of Wednesday, and then we had a lovely - you´ll remember Liam - dinner with his mother, and brother.
Tomorrow we´re going to a place where they make cider to see it and sample along with eating apparently very bloody steaks cooked over a fire. Two more firsts. I´m having a good time, if a little tired. But i´ll no doubt sleep on the bus journey too.
On the down side, there´s some strikes by air traffic controllers at Dublin airport which i understand, but hope won´t spill over to Saturday and leave me stranded in London.
The view from Goren´s patio is of mountains and at the moment we seem higher than the clouds, at least one rolling in as mist. It is to be mild today and hopefully a good day for walking. That´s all from my postcard from the edge for now.