Picture a beautiful Late Summer's day on the 22nd August 2007, slight breeze, a crisp blue sky dotted with cotton wool clouds the swallows in flight and a whiff of a cream tea and strawberry jam floating on the air!
This was what it was meant to be like, leaving to start a new life...full of hope and the chance to wave a white hanky over the side of the P&O ferry 'Pride of Kent' to all the relatives and friends, with a tentative tear in my eye
NOT....
In actual fact, the weather was barely 10 degrees it was cold, grey, misty and windy with driving rain from the east, infact we didnt even think we'd get on the ferry the wind was so strong...we did.
We got on board, after prying ourselves out of the V90 Volvo Estate with all our wordly belongings (neatly packed in I might add) and ran to the Langhans Brasserie on board, as this is the place where we know they serve what could be our last decent good ole english meal...for me liver and onions and Nat sausages and mash...all washed down with a bottle of wine. We didnt care that the boat was rockin' round like a goodun we had all we needed.
THEN...
After we had stuffed ourselves and were on the way back down to the car to land, Nat fell down the stairwell quite badly (not through drinking and she had sensible shoes!) as the floor was really slippy.
SO...
We landed in France to Nat in tears and in pain ...especially seeing as she had to squeeze back into the very neatly packed Volvo.
We stopped in Wissant - A great little sea village along the coast from Calais and Sangatte. We arrived at Natalie's parents Caravan in Hervelinghen (a quaint caravan and camping park in a valley)
NEXT ENTRY COMING SOON...
Putting up the tent we'd had for 3 years and never used.
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