We're Coming Home, We're Coming Home. But Who's Coming With Us??

Well here we are with yet another blog but no real story to tell you today other than we are now living on our nerves but more of that later!

We woke this morning to the patter of heavy rain on the roof and after a brief discussion (with myself that is) we, sorry, I, decided that it was time to continue the journey North and nearer to home.  Initially it was a bit grim but we ran out of the torrential rain and into the clear skies but rather cooler sunshine of the Calais region.  The journey today was a mere 255 miles but most of it was against a pretty strong wind and I was able to watch the fuel tank empty rather more quickly than usual!  That said the Freelander yet again proved its value as a tow car and so here we are having negotiated nearly 3000 miles close to the Port of Calais.

But being close to the Port brings its worries and every time we leave the van for a short while, we conduct a thorough search on returning in the expectation that we will find a couple of Somalians hiding in our bed boxes and one fastened to the spare wheel carrier with a couple of metal coat hangers!  Apparently, these boys are very ingenious and I understand that I have to hit the P&O check in desk at more than 30mph to avoid them jumping onto the top of the Freelander or caravan!!  To overcome this one, we are covering the roofs of both vehicles with a very generous helping of margarine and lard before we head for the port and treating this as the final part of our adventure.  However, don't be surprised next time you visit us to find a couple of house guests called Abu and Jamil!

I must also quickly return to a recent topic, The Crazy World of Linda Coy because yesterday we had another couple of additions.  The first when we visited the local market and Linda at the last minute going off to buy some new potatoes while I returned to the car.  When she reappeared without potatoes, my words were, "I can't believe that market didn't have bloody potatoes?"  A shriek and a start from the blocks like Usain Bolt and she turned tail where she had come from.  Yep, she'd bought and paid for the spuds but just forgot to pick them up!  

The second incident also involved potatoes only this time of the chip variety when we decided last night to accompany our bbq chicken and salad with some frites from the site shop.  We only needed a few to compliment the excellent fayre before us but I couldn't believe it when I turned around and saw Linda returning with enough chips to fill a wheelbarrow!  After we took what we needed, we were able to distribute the remainder to the other 125 occupants of the site and still have some left to re-warm for our tea today! Priceless.  

Picture shows our final Elevenses.  Things have reached a sorry state when we are down to a packet of Madeleines!  Mind you, they are totally delicious.