Like a dragon's roar

What a day. Spent the morning driving the Jaguar F-Type R Coupe, the one with the V8 engine. Wow. I very much doubt that I will drive a more entertaining car than that during the rest of this year. Then we had brunch at a mountain-top eyrie owned by a wine producer. Its spectacular location was worthy of the set of a Bond movie. No wine-tasting for us, though, with a powerful car outside waiting to be driven back to Lleida airport. On route, saw this wonderful graffiti which seemed to say so much about the car's distinctive roar.

From then on the day was less glamorous: a short flight to Barcelona, a long shuttle between terminals, and then an even longer wait at the airport for a delayed flight home, affected by the latest French air traffic control strike action. Finally landed late at Heathrow, then had to wait half an hour to disembark the plane because of a delay due to a medical emergency on another aircraft. Hope whoever it was is ok. Even with delays, our day was obviously considerably better than theirs.