The End of Days – Winding our way back home . . .

These final three days have turned us from tourers to campers. With our Thursday morning crossing from Calais never far from our minds, we venture no further than each site’s boundary. We’re winding down too.

Having left just enough traveling time in each day we pick our last few sites carefully. No plans to go exploring. We make the most of this glorious weather. It’s been promised. We’ve waited for it long enough. Aiming to get to each site mid-afternoon. This one – Domaine de Marcilly provides us with our biggest ever pitch. Enough space for at least three other MOHOs. Our evening meal covers nearly every inch of one side. Every so often we move table and chairs. We chase warmer remnants as the setting sun’s shadows coldly snatch them from us.

A couple of hours earlier sees us with the pool and loungers to ourselves.

Our last day ‘sur le continent’ is on us. We hope to finish off our ‘trip’ with an afternoon on the beach – literally a stone’s throw from Camping des Noires Mottes. However, the dip in temperature to 18C, plus the very stiff sea breeze, hasn’t been planned for. We make do with a stroll. These flat stretches, with rows upon rows of wooden breakers, have a history to tell. We pass a German WW2 gun bunker. A permanent reminder to all who pass. Dover bombarded for three years until the Canadians stepped in with Operation Undergo.

Then it’s time for one last stickless selfie . . .

By this time tomorrow – Thursday – Beastie will be parked outside chez nous and we’ll be emptying his belly, before he gets a deserved rest. It’s been a 6,700 miles round trip and so do we. There’s a few repairs required. Nothing serious fortunately, just a few niggly little things.

Then before we know it we’ll be eyeing up how to get to see what Archimedes and his likes got up to in Greece. We won’t let the dust settle for too long. That’s for sure.

If you’ve been with us for the long haul, then thanks for your company.

Hasta la vista . . .