I flew with my wife last month to Pau, in southern France, for a week's break. We paid RyanAir the princely sum of a tenner each for the privilege, plus a little something for the airport tax authorities.
A friend who'd just spent ten pounds booking a flight to Sardinia put me on to this remarkable Internet deal.
It was a wonderful week, spent at the home of good friends. It included a bracing stroll above the snowline in the Basse Pyrenees, a wander round a French market, and an outing to Lourdes - where I found myself surprisingly moved (at least in the artistic sense) by the rather chaste simplicity of at least two of the three churches on the historic site.
