We are now officially homeless after selling Claybottom Farm; sale completed Friday, on the ferry Sunday.
We set off at 4am and drove down a deserted and misty M6.
The Krays took it easy.
We are towing a car for the first time to allow us to properly explore our destination, the Lot et Garonne department in Aquitaine.
We caught the 2.45 pm ferry from Portsmouth to Caen.
Aren’t the French matelots fantastique? They think of everything, even a chest full of emergency brassieres.
This is one of our newest warships, seems to be aground, fine on the port side as we steamed out of Portsmouth. If you look carefully you can see Theresa May. She is polishing one of the gunports, getting ready for a bit of gunboat diplomacy, should brexit negotiations not go in our favour.
We had a nice calm crossing and docked at Caen at 8pm, just in time for a walk on Sword beach then a quiet night on the aire at Ouistreham.