After the delights of
yesterday a mind numbing day as we had to get some miles in travelling north
towards the ferry port. We had spent the
night at the municipal site in the town of Macon which was fine except that the
pitches consisted of that sandy mud which gets everywhere when wet which was
the case after another night of heavy rain.
After the experience
of driving across from Italy on the Monday we had come over all Scottish on the
cost of tolls and decided a cross country trip through idyllic scenery and
quaint villages might be preferable – wrong!
It proved to be a long day sat in the van highlighted only by Andy’s
desire whilst driving to wave to other motor home drivers and his excitement
when they waved back – believe me that’s as good as it got!
The only other point
for the day was the question of Andy’s nickname. In previous days he had been trying to think
of a suitable nickname for himself despite the often stated beliefs of Vince
and myself that this had to be given by your colleagues and not self
anointed. He finally came up with – “Le
Scorpion” – a choice he claimed verified on passing this establishment
...........
We finally arrived at our destination for the
night of Chalons-en-Champagne – believe me a large grotty industrial town with
nothing to recommend it.
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