Off the ferry and first few miles on foreign soil
Sep 05, 2010
Aug 21, 2011
So, having returned to Gun Wharf because of bad weather out at sea, we woke on Sailing Barge Alice at 5:45 am to catch the early morning crossing on Brittany Ferries to Cherbourg.Polly spotted her old school bus from Great Ballard queuing for the same ferry. All parents were due to sail with us, unfortunately Alan was without passport so did not make it on this occasion. Very rough crossing which Polly somehow managed to sleep all the way. As we left the ferry and set off out of Cherbourg we were really hit by what we were starting. Very exciting but also strange as we left the port. It required a croissant stop to calm the nerves. A9 LUU (Tricias car with Dave, Ellie and Rosie squeezed in) was our support vehicle for the first day. Along the way we would see them pulled over to check we were OK! Very excited as we passed into Neville-Sur-Mer. We all met at Barfleur for a delicious lunch of Moules Frites. On we went to Saint Vaast where the heavens opened. Ellie and Dave checked into the beautiful Les Fuchias whilst we cycled on to find a strange little mobile home on a campsite which housed all three Gicks (Alan had now made it to France), Rosie and myself. It was very cosy, so much so that the toilet reguired a 90degrees turn on the spot upon entry to find the correct crouching position. We met back up with the Nevilles for a great 3 course meal at The Nelson, Polly enjoying oysters for the first time. After the meal Ellie and Dave got lost on the 2 minute walk back to the hotel while the rest of us battled with paper sheets and a noisy night.