The Great Day Arrives

No trumpets, no final farewells after two and a bit years we are finally on our way to France. Caravan hooked up to Tommy ( Toyota surf) and we leave the greenfields of England behind. Well they are green except we can't see them as its 2 am! We have to leave at such a stupid time to catch the morning ferry from Portsmouth to France. Our good friend Ade is driving the Van with the Harleys in. What a mate eh? 200yards and we hit our first problem Tommy won't start, only stopped to check everything bolted on ok. After much swearing and fiddling under bonnet (hood) with torchlight turns out battery connection come loose! Tightened it up and off we go, miles to do and now 40 minutes less to do it in! Made ferry with 1hr to spare looking forward to a big breakfast onboard and then getting our heads down as a long way to go on the other side. Safely onboard, sun out, waving England goodbye, now for the food. Restless sleep. Reach France unload and off again. Remember to drive on "wrong side of the road" which will now become the right side and England will become the wrong side. Did you followthat?
Drove down through Le Mans didn't get chance to look at the circuit though, on & on down towards Limoge and an overnight stop in a motorway service area. A revelation, first 'cos it FREE, secondly 'cos you can't do this in England, thirdly amazed at how clean it was and how cheap the food is. Nothing like the dirty, expensive services in England.

Time for bed said zebedee, need to be fresh for the final part of our journey to our new life. night ade, night mate, night Ade, night Lynda. And its a goodnight from me to you.