NEARLY FALLING FOWL OF THE LAW
The only drama came at midnight after crossing the French/Spanish border in the Pyrenees mountains. It was snowing heavily and traction wasn’t great. Once we had descended into the Spanish foothills, we stopped to celebrate with a sandwich in an isolated location. Despite having paperwork, within a few minutes of pulling over we were concerned to see a Catalan police patrol car stopping to speak to us. The policeman looked jolly and was wearing a wide smile. The cold, snowy conditions ensured that the van windows had only been opened a few times. As we wound down the window and said “Hola”, the smile vanished muy rápido from the policeman’s face when the smell of 16 chickens cooped up in a van for several hours hit him. His first words were “Are you all right?” He shone a torch into the rear of the van and, to our relief, without further questions, left us in peace. We were very thankful that our roosters kept quiet — that could have been tricky to explain.