And so it ends. After 127 days, it’s time to go home. England agrees, it seems. In the precursor to Storm Diana, it’s absolutely bucketing down, rendering visibility down to a few metres. Squiz is […]
Month: November 2018
2018 Day 126 – Truro
Oh wow! It’s our penultimate day. I’m not sure where the last four months went. Just as well I have the blog to look back through – between it and Google photos tracking my every […]
2018 Day 125 – Port Isaacs
We’re off to see our good friend Doc Martin today. I don’t know why it’s such a joy to visit the setting for a favourite film or TV show, I just know that it is, […]
2018 Day 124 – Truro
Yesterday’s efforts pay off without the pressing urge to leap out of bed* to clean and pack like a woman possessed. (*Never happens – I have to be coaxed out with the scent of coffee […]
2018 Day 123 – Cornwall
It’s a bit strange to wake in England this morning. After a quick adjustment to driving on the left, we commence the trek to Cornwall. It’s a very different England to our usual summer foray. […]
2018 Day 122 – Cherbourg
It’s our last day in France. So many things I’m going to miss! For the moment though, there are a few errands to run. Having put my Christmas thinking hat on, I might as well […]
2018 Day 121 – Cherbourg
With Cherbourg in our sights, it’s another pre dawn start to beat the protesters. Success! We roll into town without issue, still in the dark well before they’re even up. This time we’re a bit […]
2018 Day 120 – Two can play that game
If you’ve read yesterday’s blog post, you’ll know my views on the fuel protestors in France. And understand that chaos they’ve caused. Given that we failed to arrive in Honfleur yesterday, a sixty kilometre journey, […]
2018 Day 119 – Enough already
Now I respect the right to peaceful protest, and I’d agree that nobody enjoys high fuel prices. But quite frankly, three days in to this French fuel tax protest, there are things that need to […]
2018 Day 118 – Versailles
Oscar Wilde once famously said: “Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess”. He may well have been speaking about Versailles. In a world where one only had to dream of something to bring […]
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