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... haven't touched, but we still need to take them, such as the first aid kit and the spare bulbs. One thing that has been wonderful is my tool kit. It has been used extensively. And the generator has not been used. Nor have the snow chains!
We took ketchup and Worcestershire sauce and loads of bits like that. Not next time. We have some things that will be essential. Curry sauce, Chinese sauces, oxo cubes and tea bags. We will also take Imodium with us - to give to ...
... other alone, and we walk away feeling very bad for these desperate people.
We head back to Carrefour and this time, we go out for a celebratory dinner. We made it - 6 months; just the two of us and it was a blast. We are sad to go home, and if anything, we think more of each other for our (at times) epic journey.
Our ferry the next day is at 12:15 French time. We head back to the van after a last lovely dinner and settle in for our last full night's travelling.
... found our way back onto the Amiens/Calais freeway (A16). Then it was a case of looking for an Aire where we could stop and check the damage. Twenty minutes later we came across an Aire. Just in time to stop Kathy throttling Peter!
Oh woe is me! (Peter writing). Leaving Kathy to make strong coffee and warm up the croissants, I climbed slowly up and onto the roof. Damage? Zip . . . turns out Le Van is made of strong stuff. Of course, I knew that all along but had to play the ...
A bit of a lie-in this morning after our late night, and then a wander to the Blois central market, which is held every Saturday morning in the central plaza. What a fabulous array of local produce - everything you can think of, including enormous pans of fresh hot paella.
We were on the road by 11.00am, as it would be about a 6 hour drive to Calais. We lost Lidka and Leicester before we'd even gone two blocks, and at the same time Geoff and ...
... and castle and the other (which is a little worse for wear) on the high hill across the town, the Western Heights.
The lighthouse was our penultimate stop before heading homeward. The only thing left to see were the White Cliffs, which we spent about an hour walking up and down on and just enjoying the lovely, bracing sea air. As it had started to gain a chill, we decided to head for home.
So that's Dover, Folkestone and Hastings done- until next time, then!
- Kalede x