(2550miles). Here we are then, Calais! Managed to get Mutts through customs, albeit the woman checking his passport grimaced a few times, which caused heart convulsions for the “other half” but in the end he was approved, I’m sure I heard him breathe a sigh of relief.
The last couple of days have really just been a question of marking time, as we waited for our crossing. Two things in the last 12 hours confirms the hols are over. Firstly it rained all last night, secondly I once again have long trousers on!!
All in all, we’ve had a fantastic trip, but this will be our last in the Chucklebus, after four years and two Grandkids, we’ve decided to upgrade to a bigger wagon. Over the next few weeks we will commence the process of selling and later start to source Chucklebus Mk2. Sad to see her go, she’s been brilliantly reliable, but needs must.
So after nearly a month of traffic-jam free driving, I find myself inwardly bracing for the joys that await me on the M25. I can feel my stress levels rising. Perhaps I need another holiday?
That is All!