Lost in France?
Hello fellow Francophiles,
I left you yesterday with our happy faces, relief and gladness were definitely in abundance.
We hurtled through the tunnel not quite believing our luck or the ease with which we had accomplish, so far, our goal.
We arrived on French soil at 4.30 pm. The Clements' had landed!
Now Simon likes to get a few miles under his belt before he lays down his weary head, and I was very keen not to stop until it was absolutely necessary. I had visions of being stopped by burly gendarmes, guns strapped to their muscular thighs, clearly visible in their combat-type uniforms...oh, hang on, I've wandered off the thread again....
We took a tried and tested route which kept us away from any large towns and on the motorways. Simon loves driving but his absolute pet hate is ALL other drivers. He is very competent, with categorically no time or patience with anyone other than maybe, Lewis Hamilton.
So this was like arriving in Valhalla...
Dinner was eaten on the hoof, egg rolls that stunk the truck out, just like a school trip. Luckily the service stations were not only open for fuel but their toilets, pristine and gleaming, were too, as were their delicious coffee machines, 1.50€ and you've got a coffee that would put Costa to shame. Bloody skinny, mocha, soya, frothy latte wtf...
We drove about 300 km before we stopped for the night, we made the truck as comfy as possible and attempted to drop off. Simon had no trouble entering the land of nod, I on the other hand did not seem to be able to drift away, possibly something to do with my caffeine intake although I am convinced that close quarter snoring in your left ear is never conducive to sleep, but, it would seem to be the nocturnal soundtrack of my marriage.
By around 3.30 am we had had enough sleep (well I hadn't but I was being stoic about the situation) so off we went.
At 5.30 am we realised we had better stop for another hour because arriving in a small hamlet in the dark and wandering around with a torch might look a bit dodgy. There are also many dogs which I'm sure would have heralded our arrival with a canine dawn chorus.
We set off (again!) around 7 am and enjoyed the beautiful sunrise. Excitement was brewing, or could it have been the egg rolls...
Nous sommes arrivés!!!
The peace, the tranquillity, this is what we had been waiting for, for so long....
Obviously, this didn't last long, Simon does not have the temperament of a Zen Buddhist, more like a slightly manic bull in a china shop.
Hey Presto! the van was unloaded and so was the trailer, I'd clocked up roughly 2.5 million steps on the FitBit and it wasn't even lunchtime.
I left you yesterday with our happy faces, relief and gladness were definitely in abundance.
We hurtled through the tunnel not quite believing our luck or the ease with which we had accomplish, so far, our goal.
We arrived on French soil at 4.30 pm. The Clements' had landed!
Now Simon likes to get a few miles under his belt before he lays down his weary head, and I was very keen not to stop until it was absolutely necessary. I had visions of being stopped by burly gendarmes, guns strapped to their muscular thighs, clearly visible in their combat-type uniforms...oh, hang on, I've wandered off the thread again....
We took a tried and tested route which kept us away from any large towns and on the motorways. Simon loves driving but his absolute pet hate is ALL other drivers. He is very competent, with categorically no time or patience with anyone other than maybe, Lewis Hamilton.
So this was like arriving in Valhalla...
Dinner was eaten on the hoof, egg rolls that stunk the truck out, just like a school trip. Luckily the service stations were not only open for fuel but their toilets, pristine and gleaming, were too, as were their delicious coffee machines, 1.50€ and you've got a coffee that would put Costa to shame. Bloody skinny, mocha, soya, frothy latte wtf...
We drove about 300 km before we stopped for the night, we made the truck as comfy as possible and attempted to drop off. Simon had no trouble entering the land of nod, I on the other hand did not seem to be able to drift away, possibly something to do with my caffeine intake although I am convinced that close quarter snoring in your left ear is never conducive to sleep, but, it would seem to be the nocturnal soundtrack of my marriage.
By around 3.30 am we had had enough sleep (well I hadn't but I was being stoic about the situation) so off we went.
At 5.30 am we realised we had better stop for another hour because arriving in a small hamlet in the dark and wandering around with a torch might look a bit dodgy. There are also many dogs which I'm sure would have heralded our arrival with a canine dawn chorus.
We set off (again!) around 7 am and enjoyed the beautiful sunrise. Excitement was brewing, or could it have been the egg rolls...
Nous sommes arrivés!!!
The peace, the tranquillity, this is what we had been waiting for, for so long....
Obviously, this didn't last long, Simon does not have the temperament of a Zen Buddhist, more like a slightly manic bull in a china shop.
Hey Presto! the van was unloaded and so was the trailer, I'd clocked up roughly 2.5 million steps on the FitBit and it wasn't even lunchtime.
The locals look a bit concerned...
À bientôt😀
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