We drove through beautiful, though misty, countryside to Sidra Menéndez and by the time we arrived it had stopped raining.
Following a tour of the brewery we were each given a bowl of olives, some goat's cheese, fresh-baked bread and an empty glass which was then filled with cider — in very dramatic fashion — straight from the vat.
Wilson went round several times to have his glass filled as, because there were quite a lot of people there, he thought no-one would notice. Of course, he was the only anteater there, so he was a bit obvious, but still drank four or five glasses and had to be helped back onto the coach.
He told me on the drive back that he'd thought it was just apple juice, and he'd been anxious to get his five-a-day.
By the time we got back on the ship he was sufficiently recovered to have an ice-cream, before dinner and another show at the theatre. Tonight's show is called 'Invitation to Dance.'
Overnight we shall sail to Vigo for another day's adventures in Spain!
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