The wind continued blowing a hooley at our aire with the result that, all night long, Basil was rockin and rollin better than Chuck Berry in his prime. We set off as early as possible to try to get 200…
Plans Crumble to Sand
Last night we ambled over to the Old Gate Inn for our last taste of home, but we might have well not bothered. The beer and cider were good, but the food, especially as it labels itself a “gastropub” was…
The End of the Road
Today was the last day of our trip. Tomorrow we get a Eurotunnel train from Calais to Folkestone and after a day visiting Sarah’s sister in Southern England we will be home on Saturday. Sarah’s job for the morning was…
A Very Long Day
Yesterday was probably the most tedious day of the trip. We decided that instead of finding yet another Beau Village to overnight in we would travel all the way to the English Channel coast to give the dogs a last…