Your replies make me laugh, thanks - but the reality isn't so funny. I'm now in Toulouse, having made the trip from Barcelona via two trains, one bus (nice driver = bike in the boot) and 200-odd km pedalling through the Pyrenees.
I'm in Toulouse now, with 48 hours to wait until a flight to Bristol on Sunday evening; The wonderful Mrs Gordy booked the flight really to stop me fretting and zig-zagging around - chasing rumours of overnight coaches and spaces in vans etc. She just gave me one instruction: get to Toulouse and check in at 3pm on Saturday. Easy.
I'll be bored tomorrow so I might spend some time in this cheap cafe and write more and add photos. Boy, there are some amazing gorges out near Quillan - what a ride! I camped out for two nights to save money but was woken last night by howling things in the trees. Do they have wolves in the Pyrenees? It certainly sounds like it.