![]() ![]() Und so wurde - zum ersten Mal in meinem Leben - mein Auto gefilzt. Die fanden nämlich eine junge Frau allein in einem Campervan noch dazu mit Hund seehehr verdächtig. Was für eine Frage selbstverständlich möchte ich das! Doof nur, dass sie die Rechnung ohne die örtliche britische Polizei gemacht hatte. Nach dem Check-In für Lila (es gibt einen extra Pet Check In), eröffnete mir die nette Dame am Counter, dass ich zwei Züge eher bekommen könnte, wenn ich möchte. Dank einer kurzen Nacht auf dem Wohnwagen Parkplatz nahe am Eurotunnel Terminal, waren Lila und ich früh genug beim Einchecken. Two more days on the bike back to London to come but first is the ferry in the morning. With the ferry booked for tomorrow morning it was time for a relaxed evening in a hotel by the beach in Calais and after an evening walk got to watch an incredible storm cross the chanel as the sun set. Heading into the evening sunshine and riding along small country lanes through barley fields it was a nice moment to look back on the trip and try and start to take it all in. As you cross over the border into France heavy industry takes over around Dunkirk and the coastal route heads inland slightly. By the time I reached the Belgium coast there wasn't a cloud in the sky and I even needed to get the sunscreen out for the first time in over two weeks.īeautiful wide beaches but not the most characteristic of coasts with the towns lacking a any real culture. Once heading off in drizzle I didn't expect the weather in ended up going. Didn't feel the greatest either after last night so hanging around until 11ish waiting for the rain to stop wasn't a bad thing. Last ride on the continent today and was not looking good to start as I awoke to the sound of heavy rain and thunder however forecast said it would clear. Meal deal of kebab sandwich, frites and a drink came to 7€50 which I think the gaffer back home will consider more suitable for a pilgrim with 90 dinners to fund. Took one look at their menu and headed off for a PaniniLand instead. Tonight’s hotel suggested a local restaurant. ![]() I think fireworks are a bit over the top though. Even declared it a national holiday, calling it Bastille Day presumably as Stuart Day would be too difficult for them to pronounce. At least the French seem pleased to see me. I did seem to be the only person attempting to walk from the port to town. It took some time to negotiate leaving the port. Suspect we were leaving a long trail of gently bobbing heads behind us, or perhaps they had just found someone else to annoy. Oddly there seemed to be less of them the longer the crossing went on. Suspect their minders had sensibly found solace in a bar somewhere leaving their charges to go feral. Had a horrific ferry crossing as rain forced me inside only to be faced with thousands of over-excited school children on bus trips abroad. And, if the driver misjudges a little and attempts to assault your precious with a wing mirror you still have a small gap to swing briskly into. Encourages the driver to just reduce speed very slightly. Lesson of the day :- when walking along a narrow lane and faced with an approaching vehicle resist the temptation to squeeze as much as possible to one side. Not sure if they have had folk blindly following sat-navs and driving whopping SUVs down these little paths but strangely they don’t see a problem for half the year. Uneventful walk although I did have my first barbed wire fence to cross. Not by choice obviously but I had 11 miles to cover before a 12.10pm deadline for ferry check-in.
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