We set off on Monday morning and travelled down to Ashford, via 1 1/2 hours on the M25, where we stayed over in a Travel Lodge before getting up at 5.30 to catch the 8am Katamaran Ferry to Boulougne........ This all went smoothly, we drove a bit too far around Rouen, but still not too hideous a journey, then stopped somewhere in Normandy where it all went a bit urghhhh. Because of a tuna sandwich that we hadn't see the last of.....
I won't bore on - the journey down to Tours went on an unfeasible amount of time, and was punctuated by frequent stops to comfort and clean up poor old Evie-chops who was sick, sick, sick. Then sick again in the corridor of the F1 hotel we stayed in - budget-style, it was poor Harv who cleaned up as only one person was at work at the time.
We arrived at the camp site in St Aulaye in time for late lunch the next day, though, by which time she was pretty much mended. And thank you and merci again to the lovely lady and her sons who helped us put up the tent on the hottest and most humid day of the year so far......
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