As a parent one must assume that your young child understands what a metaphore is. Else a good night’s sleep would hardly ever follow. The fact that human skin can be host to a multitude of micro organisms is information better passed on at a future date.
With the French computerised entry system down on our side of the Channel, today’s foray under La Manche, got off to a later than dreamed of start. More like a nightmare. With just three days to traverse the length of France to be in Pau by end of play Friday, Beastie will be tested.
We’re now pitched up at Camping les Ilots de Saint Val in Villiers-le-Morhier. It seems we’re also pitched up with a roosting clan of Halyomorpha halys – AKA Stink Bugs, to you and me. They creep out of every known crevice known only to the men who screwed Beastie together.
First encountered big time on our autumn trip last year. Realised we’d brought a ‘few’ back with us. It seems they’ve wintered over within Beastie’s warm interior, like a flock of starlings, without the murmuration. Aware that they’re back on home turf, they materialise from nowhere, like ghouls rising up from their graves. Thriller style, but not quite so scary. Today we carefully expunge twenty.
Obviously it will be advisable to sleep with mouth closed for the foreseeable future !