Up with the lark this morning, we arrived at the ferry terminal in good time. At customs we decided all our answers would be no, unless they were yes. We felt a little guilty that we had four tinned plant-based meals on board. But despite check-in taking forever Marge was waved through. You've lost you appeal Marge, thank God.
After the stress of the last few days, filling in forms and stripping Marge of rations we found a comfy quiet area on the ferry and crashed out for a few hours. After two and a half years it seemed surreal to be travelling to France. Post Brexit we weren't expecting a very warm welcome. But hey ho. At Caen we slowly edged towards border control, a little nervous about the plant based tinned food. Would they be confiscated and us fined? No. No one asked, stopped or searched Marge, or any of the other vehicles around us. Perhaps the food police don't work Sundays.
Not wanting to drive too far today we decided to stop at La Ferriere-aux-Etangs. The aire, a former campsite is situated alongside a fishing lake on the edge of the town. As expected, the French were not particularly friendly, despite our bonjours. Perhaps they'll warm to Marge over the next few days.
La Ferriere -aux-Etangs is just north of Mayenne, home of Dick and Angel
Strawbridge. So tomorrow, not for the first time, some stalking. Angela is a
massive fan, dragging John along to the theatre in Bournemouth to see their
show in February. As a birthday treat for her, she'll be allowed a drive by,
and perhaps a photograph.
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