Mousy
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Martin left a message on his work phone explaining he was on holiday until the 14th September, the lap top was turned off and put away. Van stocked up with water, clothes, a minimal amount of food and the all important pool noddles, bikes on the rack we were ready for the off. Hugs and kisses of goodbye to our son Harry now left behind to hold the fort. I was wishing he could of come with us but with college starting next week and animals to look after we sped off the drive.
A quick text to alert Cliff and Ger to our departure and our holiday was under way.
We met up with Cliff and Ger and made good time to Dover, where we went into the AA shop and looked at their massive wall map deciding where to go. We'd both checked the weather reports and we're hoping to pootle around Brittany but sadly weather was not playing ball and a decision was reached to head east chasing the sunshine. Now fellow Funsters some of you may have followed our earlier trip this year to Annecy with both our sons and spookily it looked like we would be repeating this journey. After talking each other out of buying any AA crap for our vans, an earlier than booked train was available so we arrived in France at 20.30. Cliff knew of an aire at Arras so dodging the immigrants at Calais, sat navs set, off we went. We both commented on seeing more than last time, if fact we all had an African moment as it's not unusual to see people walking down the motorways there. Although this lot in France didn't seem to trying to sell us oranges or cashew nuts. We saw both men and women mostly young but no kids, they must walk for miles every day. Leaving them behind we arrived to a full aire at Arras. We took a French approach to this challenge by parking half on the pavement and up on the road. Downing a few G&Ts we were in the holiday mood although we took sensible Funster inspired precautions by flicking on our gas alarm, hiding all our electronically controlled devises and sleeping with my (new for the holiday) handbag. As you know ladies every holiday requires a new handbag, a concept Mr Mousy can't comprehend even after 26 years of marriage....
Photos to follow....
A quick text to alert Cliff and Ger to our departure and our holiday was under way.
We met up with Cliff and Ger and made good time to Dover, where we went into the AA shop and looked at their massive wall map deciding where to go. We'd both checked the weather reports and we're hoping to pootle around Brittany but sadly weather was not playing ball and a decision was reached to head east chasing the sunshine. Now fellow Funsters some of you may have followed our earlier trip this year to Annecy with both our sons and spookily it looked like we would be repeating this journey. After talking each other out of buying any AA crap for our vans, an earlier than booked train was available so we arrived in France at 20.30. Cliff knew of an aire at Arras so dodging the immigrants at Calais, sat navs set, off we went. We both commented on seeing more than last time, if fact we all had an African moment as it's not unusual to see people walking down the motorways there. Although this lot in France didn't seem to trying to sell us oranges or cashew nuts. We saw both men and women mostly young but no kids, they must walk for miles every day. Leaving them behind we arrived to a full aire at Arras. We took a French approach to this challenge by parking half on the pavement and up on the road. Downing a few G&Ts we were in the holiday mood although we took sensible Funster inspired precautions by flicking on our gas alarm, hiding all our electronically controlled devises and sleeping with my (new for the holiday) handbag. As you know ladies every holiday requires a new handbag, a concept Mr Mousy can't comprehend even after 26 years of marriage....
Photos to follow....