Friday was the usual busy day, ending a glass of port and the last-bits packing. The car will effectively be an extension of the suitcase with no weight limit.
As is the norm, pre-holiday sleep really didn’t happen, it was rather stormy outside and we were concerned about the dartford crossing in high winds. I was pottering about at 3am before waking Matt with my hairdryer at 4am (it is an excellent alarm clock). We were in the car and on the road before 5am.
Several miles after setting off the car bleeped and flashed the flat bottom sign, telling us the wheels needed a check. Sure enough, our brand new tire replaced only days before was looking distinctly pancake like with 11psi. We did a pit stop to top up the tank and add much needed air to the tire.
We made good time and breakfast was a Leon Burger. We drove onto the Eurotrain up onto the top bunk and parked, engine off and windows down as directed. The first 15 minutes were listening to someone’s car alarm going off. They hadnt followed instructions. I couldn’t help myself and instinctively applaud loudly when they eventually returned to the car. They heard me. Holiday Jane was in high spirits.
The drive on arrival was great, we left behind the storms and it was all blue skies. We headed to Dunkirk and parked at the first gallery blown along with a blustery blue sky wind. The car door decided to trap my foot - that bruise will pop up later.
After a stroll on the sandy beach front, we had been sand-blasted enough and headed to the castle. Stopped for fresh food and home-style cooked meals to see us for a couple of nights.
Our apartment has views of the long driveway through a forest and overlooking a square lake. The lift is has a double layer door and snaps shut and swings sideways as it lifts us up.
Settled ourselves, pasta for late-lunch after taking a while to this working. It only works with special pans, and mine were not the same (yes - I packed pans, just in case) everything but the kitchen sink. Always prepared.
Stars pop in the sky with no nearby light polution. We ony hear wind through the trees and the dog howling like a wolf in the apartment next door.
Early night on a cloud of a bed.
