After the frenetic pace of the past few days, it’s almost a relief to be back on the road. We leave Paris in the morning and it’s surprising how quickly we’re back in farmland. The […]
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2018 Day 34 – Paris
Sigh. Our last day in Paris. They’d probably take away my licence to be a girl if I didn’t at least pop into a few shops. We start our day the Opera, another of my […]
2018 Day 33 – Paris
Oh! The loveliest of days in Paris today, far away from the maddening crowds, spent amongst gorgeous food, Parisienne locals and glorious gardens. We have an early start, straight in to the Marche Bastille. If […]
2018 Day 32 – Paris
The morning sees us Paris bound. We’ve not approached Paris from this angle before and it offers two surprises. The first is that Paris is adjacent to a forest. A forest that boasts deer and […]
2018 Day 30 – Gerberoy
Day 30. Where did that time go, pray tell? Surely we landed mere moments ago. The morning sees us driving south, through large scale farm land. This is the serious business end of farming: endless […]
2018 Day 29 – Ypres
We’re better organised today. Bikes out, Google maps on, we find a bike path along the river that takes us all the way into Ypres. Interestingly, Ypres is its French name: the town’s official name […]
2018 Day 28 – Finally, in Europe
And so after a delayed start, we find ourselves at last driving to Dover, Calais bound on the noon ferry. I love the logistics that accompany these crossings. I’m sure that there’s a pertinicky Virgo […]
2018 Day 27 – Canterbury
It’s lovely to wake to a lazy second day in Canterbury. Having seen the Cathedral yesterday, we’re free to explore at leisure. A more detailed walk through town is in order. I had to be […]
2018 Day 26 – Canterbury
We arrive in Canterbury by mid afternoon. Northern inclement climes have been replaced with a perfect day – mid 20s with blue skies. Canterbury city council has been extraordinarily progressive and converted a large section […]
2018 Day 25 – Europe, here we come
In the end, the weather decided for us. We were Scotland bound and had driven as far up as Yorkshire, within twitching distance of Peter Rabbit and the Lakes District, both firm favourites. Scotland has […]
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