The sun shining through the roof light woke us early, we planned to leave the site by 10 but could easily have been ready by 8! The temperature at 8 am was in the upper 20’s. We pottered about until it was as near to 10 as excitement would let us cope with and finally exited the site at 9.59am, we couldn’t wait!
Within 30 minutes we were sat in the queue at Dover Eastern Docks after checking in. Passport control by the French didn’t happen and neither did the UK Border agency seem to care that our epic trip abroad was anything to get to enthralled about.
The Eastern Europeans seemed unduly interested in our caravan, looking through the windows while we looked on, however they soon returned to their clapped out trucks with newly purchased clapped out cars on the back towing their clapped out caravans which they had probably just borrowed from someone’s driveway... They didn’t get ours, probably too posh or the glare Julia gave them sent them scurrying!!!
The ferry crossing was uneventful as no sooner had we left the harbour mouth than the fog descended until we disembarked at Dunkerque two hours later.
So now we are in France!
29C as we left the port which slowly, as we travelled the 160 miles to Cambrai, increased to 32.5C.
The Toll Tag, which had been stuck to the front windscreen since last summer, shouted its pleasure as we approached the toll booths and sent the barrier skyward! Nothing to pay until next month! We do not plan to use the Toll motorways much this month, but wanted to get to the first site and get some French beer inside us as soon as possible.
The site, of 25 pitches, is situated in the back garden of a house between two others. There is a main road not very far away, but it looks as wonderful as we hoped.
Bed at 23:00hrs