Last night, Marge was discreetly parked behind a house with an overgrown garden, in which was an apple, cherry and walnut tree, which overhung the fence. John was wishing it was October, when the walnuts would be ready to harvest.
Today there was a sombre mood in Marge. We'd have had such an adventure. In the words of the Queen song, 'don't stop us now, we're having such a good time'. Marge has been our home for the last nine weeks. She has kept us safe and secure, despite some doubting moments. Each day she requires a quick brush and wipe round. We've even got used to the simplicity of handwashing our clothes every two days, and we now don't find it such a chore. When we return home tomorrow, our outlook on life will be a little different we think.
As we left Honfleur this morning, we headed towards the Pont de Normandie, a large suspension bridge crossing the river Seine before it enters the sea. We have walked, cycled and driven over this bridge before, and each time you feel a little excited and exhilarated. Our destination for lunch, was the coastal town of Saint Valery en Caux, but there were restrictions for campervan parking everywhere, despite the town being quiet, and most of the parking spaces empty. So we ended up, in the car park of a school on the edge of the town. You would think, they would encourage visitors to spend in the local community, not drive them away to another town!
On route to tonight's stop at St. Nicolas D' Aliermont, we had to take a diversion. Stood at the side of the road, was a man around eighty, wearing a T-shirt and coloured lycra shorts, with a picture of a sunset covering his credentials. We have noticed, age has no boundaries when it comes to fashion, and with the French, anything goes!
Tonight's aire, is where we stopped last September, after arriving on a late ferry. It was dark, wet, and we didn't have a clue where we were. But this evening, the sun is out, so is our awning and chairs. We have bagged the end spot, so we have our own private garden, which has obviously annoyed the Germans who have just driven in, and straight out, realising we had the prime spot!
Next to us is a friendly French family, the lady, speaks very good English.
We walked into town, our last afternoon stroll of this holiday, passing a cockerel in a nearby garden. That's our morning alarm call sorted then!
The town has a clock museum, but we didn't go in, just photographed Angela outside by the sign.
Also an interesting church.
The main bulk of our expenditure has gone on Marge, and after a tot up this afternoon, we were happy that her fuel bill was a 'little' less than we thought it would be.
Around ten thirty tomorrow morning, with a little sadness in our hearts, we will drive into Dieppe, to catch the lunchtime ferry back to England. We have already started looking into where we might stay in Portugal, when we return in September.
The immediate problem when we arrive back in Newhaven, will be, can Angela drive Marge on the left hand side of the road? If all else fails, she'll use the driving skills of the Italians!
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