I woke in our cabin around sunrise, I had been on a top bunk which shouldn’t have been a problem for an able bodied youngster like myself. Only now I realise, I am neither young or able bodied, I am in fact closer to forty than thirty, I’m overweight and I’m due a slapped wrist for my diet. God help me, what have I got myself in to?
We arrived in la Havre shortly before 8am, by quarter past we were driving on French soil.
10am – We stop for our first French coffee & pain au chocolat, I stretch my legs, there’s not a cloud in the sky. We still have a long way to go to my parents place in Gourdon.
1pm – We’ve stopped and seen wild European pond tortoises and had lunch. I feel like a kid again, looking out for wildlife as we go. So far I’ve come across – red kite, black kite, hen harrier, buzzards, hares, fox, deer, pheasants and of course the tortoises…?!
6pm – Finally we’ve arrived at my parents place, it’s a very nice static caravan. (No jokes about trailer parks and white trash please, the folks here wouldn’t like it). We had dinner with some of the residents who are my parents friends.
11pm – Bed, which I believe may actually be smaller than my sleeping mat?!