What's in a name?

Well, The last house before Spain is actually my girlfriend Claire's mum's place. It's on top of the Pyrenees; large, gracious and possibly haunted. You go down a lane and either turn right through the elegantly-rusted, tall iron gates into her drive or you go straight on down the road into Spain. In recent years some deliquent builder may just have squeezed a couple of speculative non-entities into the gap between the garden wall and the border but what of it? This is still the last real house before Spain.