Thursday 25th. There was some confusion as to who was going to do what on Thursday. Though the Bilbao trip had been too early the previous day, I'd planned on accompanying the group that might start out much later on Thursday - probably to San Sebastian rather than all the way to Bilabo. However it soon became clear that with Ellen's car insurance not covering a journey across the border, spaces were suddenly very limited. While several people including myself wanted to go, there would never be enough room in Kit's car and though Kit had initially assured me a place, I felt it was only right to drop out and let someone with lesser access to Europe to take advantage. So, once again, it was a do-what-you-please-day and with the sun shining as nicely - as it had continued to do much of the week - there was no real problem.

Kerry decided to relax finishing her book and try to shake-off a migraine, so Ellen, Holly and I went for a quick two-hour trip around the local area in Ellen's car. We travelled through Urt (can you be travelling and In-Urt at the same time. Discuss?) and then up through a designated trail back towards Bayonne. The views were impressive and there was a nice relaxing atmosphere. We absolutely did not get lost at any point. Nope. Not a bit of it. And for anyone who might disagree, I would point out that WE - unlike the San Sebastian posse - actually found an open shop and came back with some supplies ;)

Later: thrashed Kit at table-tennis, then got thrashed by Kit at table-tennis. Objection sustained, dammit! Later still....the masquerade ball...