So we got in the car at 5 in the morning and headed out to the A1. Why?
Well, P&O Ferries have doubled there prices and we just think they’re being greedy, £400ish return the way we did it last year has gone up by £300!
That’s £700 for comfortable cabins and a meal on the way back!
So, we set of and headed for the Channel Tunnel, the cost there was £146 return, a slight saving that goes towards petrol, yes I did say petrol, the Picasso threw a wobbly so we had to use my little (?) Punto. Evie got us to Folkestone with out any bother. A break on the way for a bacon sandwich and coffee saw us through to the terminal.
Whilst waiting I called the Dartford crossing people and paid the toll for the bridge. That was something new and a chance sighting of a road side sign alerted us to the fact we had to pay on line or over the phone. How many people outside of the London areas know that?
It wasn’t on the AA website!
Still, we booked in, had a coffee waiting then boarded our train. The crossing was fast and before we knew it I was driving off across France on the motorway.
After an hour or so we pulled in at a service station, bought petrol at an inflated price and had a picnic lunch, then Val took over the driving.
Normandy passed under our wheels and we found ourselves on the outskirts of Avranches, where we bought some provisions to see us through the evening, Back on the road and on towards Brittany and Rennes, where a football match was causing traffic problems, echoes of last May come to mind…
Eventually we landed at our gite, a nice house in Porcaro. The drive of some 642 miles over
Car unpacked we ate and then, exhausted, went to bed.