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…
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…
International Driving Licences – 1968 Convention: tick; International Driving Licences – 1949 Convention: tick; Insurance Green Card: tickety tick tick tick. We’re on our way to Europe again, but this time armed to defend ourselves against the Maybot Withdrawal Agreement;…
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…