Made it to my first Aire without incident, which has to be more by luck than judgement as I was, as we say here, tres, tres, fatigued. Got bumped up to the 03.20 ferry yesterday as I was a bit early at Dover and after landing from an almost empty ferry proceeded to Le Crotoy near Abbeville. It was a dark and foggy journey which was not ideal given my lack of sleep and I have to admit to 3 Nanna naps during my first day, as my colonial friend (whose recent visit was much enjoyed) would say.
Parked by the sand dunes and had some lovely walks (between naps) along the vast beach of the tidal estuary of the R. Somme. Stuffed myself with baguette, cold meat and goat’s cheese as I was too tired to cook.
Early night, up early and arrived in Chartres mid afternoon. Quickish Carrefour shop, well you can’t shop as quickly in French, it all has to be translated in the head (including the “Madame you forgot to weigh your onions” from the lass at the checkout!) but I eventually found the boeuf hache, the vin was much easier! Now ensconced in a lovely wooded campsite right in the centre of the city near the cathedral; it’s amazingly quiet.
French roads, apart from being confusing as some of them are numbered twice, are great, much less traffic but despite the 213 miles so far travelled in France I haven’t seen hide nor hair of Norbert. Given how much one sees of him at home (and I always say Bonjour) I’m surprised I haven’t seen him once in his own country. M. Dentressangle bring your lorries home, all is forgiven!
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