We’re 7K east of Boulogne Sur Mer, at Pernes-les Boulogne. Killing time before the crossing. It’s a small secluded family run farm site.
Not to be disappointed as we approach the entrance to this small village it is “Route Barré“. What else? We do a 5K loop deviating to the other side. Same again. Huge machinery digging and moving. The whole of the main Rue taken up. Preparations for the new Rue. A quick word with one of the workman and we’re through. A bit wet and bumpy, but Beastie doesn’t mind. It’s good practise for sterner stuff we have in mind.
Our last dinner is blessed with a perfectly calm and warm evening. The type we regularly yearn for back home. We even have the use of a pub style table and bench. Our after dinner drinks disturbed by a local prowler. Plates cleaned of any salmon residue saves us valuable washing up time.
Our tunnel crossing awaits. Saturday 12.20pm. Providing this little scoundrel gives us some peace tonight. He’s penned up 20 metres from us. I find him cute. Mary-Ann wants me to put on my Death Reaper outfit.
We’ve drunk our fill of Fantastique France for now. Our thirsts are not quenched however. Like two hungry Billy Bunters we are greedy for more. But first Italy invites. Eight weeks to catch our breath. Catch up with family and friends. Beastie and scoot both need a rest too, along with a few tweaks. By this time tomorrow Beastie will definitely not be parked up on our drive. That will wait until I’ve put my hammer to good use – again.
So, like a couple of rolling stones our “petite adventure” is at an end. It’s been good to share it. At times good therapy too. Just to get over some of the crazy situations we’ve (I’ve) created. We’ve had fun 99.9% of the time. Not a bad score I’d say.
Thanks for journeying with us.
A la prochaine . . .