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In July I got married and two days later set off on trip around Europe with my brand new wife in our less new van. We took a boat from Portsmouth to Bilbao and from there spent six weeks exploring everywhere from the hills of Portugal to the winding alleyways of Barcelona, the beaches of the French Riviera to the mountains of Slovenia and plenty of places in between.
At the end of a long and winding road in the Picos De Europa lies Fuente Dé, an amazing rock amphitheatre.
Tempting as it was, we didn't swim.
I'm sure she had a very good reason for pulling this face at me. On a campsite in Asturias, Northern Spain, here.
I tried my best to find a way down to the sea for sunset, but there densities of bramble thicket that even a Welsh boy won't walk through.
The skies were so clear and bright in Northern Portugal that is was difficult to tear myself away each night.
No-one wants to tidy up on their honeymoon...
The hills on the northern border between Portugal and Spain are stunning- you get a great view from the ancient castle at Lindoso, just on the Portugese side.
Reminded me of home...
Porto was a great vibrant city, full of art and culture. and Port, which is nice.
This guy seemed to be doing a roaring trade in sharpening knives for local restaurants on the back of his 'ped.
The Mercado de La Boqueria in Barcelona is an Aladdin's cave of food.
A butcher slices traditional Spanish jamón at the amazing Mercado de La Boqueria in #Barcelona.
Winding roads, rugged peaks and discount tobacco outlets characterised what little we saw of Andorra.
Slovenia is one of the most beautiful countries I've ever visited. Me and Nia braved a crazy storm to visit this waterfall, Slap Kozjak, and it was totally worth it.
Another of Slovenia's natural beauties, the Tolmin gorge carves its way through the Triglav National Park.
Running through western Slovenia and into Italy, we were blown away by the clear blue waters of the Soča.
Wherever there is water, there is stacked pebbles.
As the clouds lifted on our way back from Slap Kozjak, I couldn't resist a homage to Ansel Adams.
Braved a pretty grim Italian rainstorm to get this shot of the boathouse on Lago di Braies in the Prags Dolomites. Would have loved to have made this a longer exposure but I was fighting the elements to keep the rain off my lens as it was. One day I'll go back when the weather is good and the sun is setting.
What a view! Lac Blanc sits in the Aguilles Rouges area of the French Alps, the other side of the Chamonix valley to Mont Blanc., and has a view of the Mont Blanc Massif. Here you can see the Aguille Vertes and the the Aguille du Dru.
Prayer flags on a stone cairn overlooking Lac Blanc in the French Alps. I bloody love the Chamonix Valley.
Walking back down from Lac Blanc the views just keep on coming. The summit done of Mont Blanc is right about smack bang in the middle.
Trying to get the first lift up the Aguille du Midi is virtually impossible, but if you're at the lift station by 5.45am you might just make it up before the sun gets too high.
Climbers heading down the Vallée Blanche ridge.
Climbers waiting to head out from the Aguille du Midi. Somewhere around here is a sign that says "No Entry - Except For Climbers". I like that sign.
The Mer de Glace, the 'Sea of Ice', is looking less like its name suggests every year.
Heading back down on the Montenvers Railway we were just in time to ride on one of the original Victorian carriages that has been taking people to the glacier for over 100 years
In the van honeymoon selfie.
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