Things I miss being able to eat but can’t anymore because of the way I’ve treated my body over the years…
1. Cheese & raw onion sandwiches
2. Pasties
3. Hot curries
4. Bacon flavour crisps
5. Loads of garlic
Oh how the remorseful feelings arrive far too late!
Just thought I would share with you the great expedition I had last week. Manda, Abbie & I along with Richie (hi Rich, you’re now famous!) flew out to Malaga to visit Richard & Pauline. They were getting a new car & we had the job of getting the old one back to the UK and to drop our touring caravan off along the way.
Manda & Abbie stayed whilst Richie & I left on Tuesday morning. As I was the only one insured to drive Richie was along to keep company & stop me from falling asleep etc. By the end of day one we had made it as far as Burgos in northern Spain. The Pyrenees awaited & we didn’t want to risk driving through as it was by now, getting on for 10pm. We ended up parking the caravan in a lorry park in some services and staying in there for the night.
We thought we would get some food from the restaurant, but as it was so late there was two bits of meat (unspecified) which we had with some wine. After a freezing night in the caravan we set off before 9 to tackle the mountain passes. It was one of the most beautiful terrain I have ever seen. The weather was cold but dry at least – that was until we crossed over into France!
We drove for hours & hours again until we found a ‘cheap ‘n cheerful’ motel in Roullet for the night. After a nice meal down the road I felt a bit sniffly. The next day I had full-on man-flu complete with temperature & sickness! The next day we dropped the caravan off at a holiday park and continued to La Rochelle. I remember the scenery there from my old French text books in school! After a stay in a ‘Formule Un’ motel we continued up to Saint Malo and stayed in an old country hotel.
The last day saw us drive up to Roscoff and catch the evening crossing on a speed ferry. Oh… my…god! It was the first (& quite possibly the last) time I’d been on a speed ferry. The speed was great, we were only going to take 3½ hours to get to Plymouth. The crossing, however, was far from great! They warned us of adverse weather, and adverse weather was what we had! People were falling over, being sick, drinks etc flying off tables – the waves were coming in from the front corner (sorry, my seafarer’s terms escape me!) of the ferry so we were tipping up at the front, then rolling to the right, then smashing back down to the left.
I was saved by a puzzle book. (Thank you Puzzler monthly!)
We eventually arrived in Plymouth & I made it back to the holiday park, after dropping Richie home, at about 11.30pm. So that was it. Trek over. I was more tired than I’d ever been before. It worked out to be about two thousand miles, including driving around towns & looking for somewhere to stay! Would I do it again…….?
You bet!
