Irun

Okay.

So we've got to get across the border at Irun into Spain.

So we go hell for leather.

Taco goes out the window.

And...

Yeah, so we have a night keeping in a lorry on the way up in central Spain.

And we hit Irun, the border, about 4 o'clock in the afternoon on the Friday.

And the Spanish then hand us over to the French because the French have now got to put to balance team on us to run through France.

So it's a pilgrimage.

We started in Biarritz in France, made our way down to Irun near the border in northern Spain and walked across the north of Spain and then down to Santiago de Compostela over 35 days, 800 odd kilometers.

And if you were following along on Instagram or TikTok or Facebook, you would have seen I shared a video every day of our 35-day walk in real time.

And I got a lot of questions in my inbox about how I walked 20 to 35 kilometers a day and then managed to get a video out.

Chapter eight: Terror From The Skies.

In early September of nineteen thirty-six, a border town called Irun went up in flames.

It sat right on the French frontier in the Basque Country, that stretch of northern Spain and southern France, where a distinct people had lived for longer than anyone could remember.

The Basques had their own language, their own customs, and a long ache for self-rule that Madrid had never quite satisfied.