What a day! Because we only had nine minutes to make our connection at Strasbourg John decided we'd catch a train from Mulhouse an hour before the one we were booked on, and boy were we glad we did. Next stop Paris. Five in the afternoon and we had to change stations in the rain. Busy didn't even describe the city, manic more like and we had to navigate using our phone. But we made it onto the 17.59 pm to Cherbourg. All downhill now, stress over. No. Shortly after leaving we were informed the train would be an hour late. Arriving now at 10.30 pm instead of 9.30 pm. After many announcements we found the cause of our delay was a fault at a level crossing. By the time we arrived at Cherbourg we were passed caring. We had the code to access the barrier at the campsite and we knew where it was having stayed there on our first night. As we left the station and rode into the dark of night the rain began to fall heavily. Of course it did! We'd spent ten hours travelling on trains and now the tent had to be put up in the rain. We were at a low point. We survived the night, despite a strong wind and lashing rain and the next day dawned settled, so we were able to pack the tent away dry.
