Doing something in a particular way over a long period of time, can make that something, feel absolutely normal. Right even. Make it seem the only way it can be done. Leaving no room for an alternative.
It’s now our 8th year of retirement. 7th in Beastie (allowing for COVID) With over 50,000 miles on Beastie’s clock, [more than double my UK miles in that time] it now feels much more natural to drive on the right. I now have to readjust back home, rather than here.
Today, we leave Metz. Head 240k north, to our penultimate one-nighter. Camping de la Valise de l’Oise, in Guise. (try saying that without moving your lips). This large Metz site is like a Dutch distribution hub. Each afternoon gets packed with new arrivals. We get hemmed in on all sides. By 10am each morning, the site is virtually empty. Some going home, some aiming for warmth. The Dutch, in general are a very tall nation . . . this site panders to that characteristic.
At Guise, we stop off at the local Intermarché. All shoppers, bar one, oblivious to the incredible cloud structure forming above . . .
