SALLY GOES SOLO (4); PLAN B – BALDOCK TO SONNAC IN TWO DAYS

I did it! I did it! Je l’ai fait, moi, toute seule, no Harry, just me –

Sally! Slow down! You’re jumping ahead – the last entry in the diary finished at the end of Rachel’s party.

Ah, oui, c’est vrai, excusez-moi. Sorry! Well, M’sieur was getting better, M’dame getting worse, but we left the Travel Lodge on Sunday morning and took the M6 after filling up at Tesco’s near Rachel’s. Although destination was Hilde’s in Baldock, we had to go via Potter’s Bar to pick up the THINGS that M’sieur & M’dame had left there (deliberately!) at the start of the month. That included the guitar bag they bought in London – very bulky, and nothing in it; c’est ridicule, ça!

But I need a new guitar bag!

That’s what you said about the trousers and the dressing gown.

And the sherry.

Ah, oui, le sherry, cheri. Ça pèse, tu sais – it’s heavy, is that.

Stop grumbling – you managed.

I did, didn’t I? Most of the journey south through England was in fine October sunshine, with lovely autumn colours:

but by the time we were ready to leave Potters Bar it was drizzly and generally ‘moche’, and at Baldock, it was just WET. And guess what? M’dame couldn’t find her phone! M’sieur was just going to call it to see if it would ring somewhere when a texty-thingy came through saying it was in Potters Bar! C’est incroyable! Would you believe it? More work for me, I suppose, to go back and get it. Well, not that evening!

No, not that evening, next evening, Monday. Sunday evening, Hilde had a nice supper ready for us and then we watched THAT television programme.

Monday 22^nd October: Hilde had planned a lunch party so that some old friends could get together while we were in the country. An excellent lunch was enjoyed, then – by popular demand – another viewing of the video. Time passed quickly, but when the party broke up at about 5.30, we made that final trip to Potters Bar to retrieve the phone left behind the day before.

You also did some shopping!

We still hadn’t bought the sherry.

Back at Hilde’s we looked at some pictures of Sunejo and the surroundings before turning in for our last night, for now, in England.

Tuesday 23^rd October The day began foggy and damp, but M’sieur managed to re-organise things so that there was at least a little slit of a view through my back window and at 8.40 we were away en route to Dover. Well, we didn’t get far before we came to traffic alternately standing or crawling. M’dame tried to organise a detour but we rejoined the A1M in the same queue 20 minutes later. But eventually it all began to move again, and the M25 was clear approaching the Dartford Crossing (Bridge). We had time for a brief stop at Maidstone and got to Dover – with very little fuel, as planned, at 12.30. Most of the way it had been wet or foggy, but as we got near the coast the sun broke through to show a calm, blue sea. Once again, we found sunshine in the south, but this time we didn’t have to travel 1,000kms to get to it!

While waiting at the harbour, M’sieur phoned M. Antoine, who has been looking after Harry, and we got the news we were hoping not to hear: the part for Harry’s repair has not even been delivered yet, and M. Antoine doesn’t know when he will get it! This means I have to take M’sieur et M’dame all the way home, not just to Poitiers. That’s over 1,000kms and they want me to do it in a day and a half, with them and all that STUFF! C’est un défi, ça – je ne suis que petite. It’s a big challenge for a little car like me.

We know and you did very well. The crossing remained smooth, but the sunshine didn’t come with us, and it became increasingly foggy so that for a short while we were unable to dock.. But we had quite a good meal and once off the ferry (near the front again!) we filled up and headed off towards Paris through pleasant autumnal sunshine and colours.

Mais Paris! C’était affreux, mais AFFREUX ! Awful, really awful.

English people who think the M25 can be bad don’t know ANYTHING about traffic jams! We were hoping to cover 250 – 300 kms from Calais, we only managed just over 200. And those crazy bikers! I don’t know how they stay alive – well, I guess some of them don’t ….

At half past eight we were near St. Michel Sur Orge and found this area with two resaurants and four or five hotels –

But – no room at the inn!

There’s no need to tell it like that – you’re not Mary and Joseph, are you?

No, but we went from hotel to hotel, only to be told with varying degrees of sympathy that they were ‘complet’ – full. Then at the last of the group – and by chance, the least expensive – the man at the desk said “I don’t know what to suggest ….. but look, there’s a man with a room booked who isn’t here yet. I go home at nine, if he’s not here at five to, I’ll give you the room.” It was ¼ to. We went for a little walk. Every time we saw a car pull in to that car park, or another person get out of a taxi and go in, we said “That’s him”, but when we went back in the man said “It’s all right, it’s yours” Then he added, a bit apologetically, “ It’s a twin bedded room”. I said “N’importe; c’est pour dormir” . He smiled as he typed out the door code and the name and password for the FREE wifi. Then he told us that at one of the restaurants round the corner we’d get a 15% discount on presentation of his receipt.

Courtepaille (sounds like ‘short straw’, but that’s unfortunate) is not a restaurant chain we’ve visited before, but almost certainly will again. I had an unusual ‘duo de poissons’ with halibut and salmon and Carol enjoyed a ‘very tender and tasty’ piece of chicken. With suitable drinks and desserts, and the discount, dinner, bed and breakfast came to little more than £80, and we think we fared very well in the circumstances. Unfortunately Carol’s sleep was disturbed by some ‘very loud’ snoring from the other bed in the room, which was regrettable seeing how much driving there was to do on Wednesday.

Sally, meanwhile, spent the night in a secure car park and probably had a quiet time of it!

Oui, but other people got up and away a lot sooner than you two! I thought you were never coming!

We were away at 9.15!

Yes, but everyone else was away by 8.30! Never mind, we were soon back on the motorway and heading for Orléans, where we crossed the Loire –

Always a significant landmark, but no photos this time; weather a bit grey and drizzly.

On to Limoges, then Brive on the free motorway. On to Toulouse, and again there was sunshine in the south. Not to mention the first sight of the Pyrenees, which makes us feel we are nearly home.

Home? Not quite sure what to expect; the builders have been in today removing the wall of one of the bedrooms, to make a bigger lounge. Good thing they were, really, because we’d left our house keys in Harry, thinking we would be coming home in him, and NOT thinking that we might need plan B! But Tony (Builder) had left the gate open for us and the keys under a plant pot, so that was no serious problem. At 7.15 we pulled in to Sunejo; 809 miles from Baldock, of which 477 done today. You were never intended to do all that, little car!

I know! But it’s all right. I did it, and we’re home.

We are. It’s total chaos, but we’re home. And next morning Sunejo treated us to a superb sunrise:

SUNLEVIĜO ĈE SUNEJO

SALLY GOES SOLO; (3) WASN’T THAT A PARTY!

M’sieur’s cough and cold didn’t begin to get better till the day we left Florence’s, so he was a bit anti-social during the time at Newcastle. But still, we went shopping in the morning and also really did manage to change the address on THAT bank account, and after lunch I took them all to Morpeth. This meant removing some of that STUFF from the back so that the seat could be used ….. this had consequences later – think about it.

M’sieur might not have been on top form but he couldn’t stop SHOPPING! He bought himself a watch, trousers and a dressing gown –

I needed all that!

But I am FULL UP – and you say there are things in Huddersfield, and I KNOW you left some bulky items in Potters Bar! How am I going to cope?

Hmmm ….

Friday 19^th October: This was the day to go to Golgar (Huddersfield) and meet the Grandchildren. We made good progress southwards and arrived at the Manse just after 12.30, as planned.

The little ones, Sean and Nina, seemed to take to us very quickly, which was nice, and we were soon at table sharing a light lunch. Then a decision had to be taken betweenThe Playground and The Muddy Puddle Walk. In the end The Muddy Puddle Walk won out and little people were togged up in full waterproofs. Bigger people were advised to put boots on,and keep clear when the splashing started. Good job Sally was carrying our boots!

As you would say, M’sieur: hmmm …..

The walk took us down from the Manse, under the railway, and over the canal. (The Huddersfield narrow branch of the Leeds and Liverpool).

Then beside the River Colne to this amazing example of industrial architecture, The Titanic:

Named before 1912, we’re told, it was obviously a mill, but now serves as flats and a spa. A short bit of road took us to another canal bridge, more mud, more puddles, and a chance to feed the ducks.

A lovely roast dinner was served before bedtime, then we went to look at the STUFF we’d left in Chris & Michelle’s cellar back in May.

Eh voilà! What did I tell you? C’est impossible – you can’t do it, can you?

Erm – no. We remember now that back in May, believing we were going to buy a house we’d already seen, and thinking the move would have been completed by the end of July at the latest, we thought we’d be making this trip with Harry,and would have had plenty of room to put all these cleaning materials, decorating stuff and food in Harry’s garage. Lack of time to travel slowly and not having had Harry’s repair done because we were living in him all summer mean that – yes – there just isn’t room for it all as well as what we’ve bought during the visit. We took one box of medicines etc. and left the rest for C. & M. to use, dispose of, or ‘till next time’.

There’s going to be a next time? When is this? Is Harry coming too?

We don’t know – wait and see!

Well, anyway, we had to say goodnight to the little ones and then to the big ones and so I took M’sieur et M’dame over the hill to the service area on the M62 where they had booked a room at the Travel Lodge.

BUT the room was uncomfortably hot to begin with, as was the wall mounted heater, although it seemed to be switched off. My first visit to reception was rather unproductive; although they came to the room, they just gave us a somewhat patronising lesson on how electric heaters work. “It needs time to cool down”. An hour and a half later, and starting to wheeze, I went back and asked “Do you think that heater should be cooling down a bit by now?” We changed rooms. The heater was cold, but gave heat when needed.

Saturday 20^th October : Florence had phoned Huddersfield during dinner last night to say she’d found various clothes in the guest room which weren’t hers!

Yes – look again at the first paragraph of this post. Didn’t I say there would be consequences of taking things OUT? So instead of relaxing till it was time to go to Rachel’s party, M’dame had to drive me back to Newcastle to get these things. Pauvre M’dame! She really wasn’t well, having caught the bug of M’sieur ….

M’sieur did offer to do the trip or to go as well, to be fair –

Who told you life was going to be fair?

What do you know? But Carol said it was her fault and I needed a rest. Rachel came for me at about 2.30 and so I got to Whitefield for the big bonfire party. Well! If the last post left me wondering how to introduce a photo or two, this one leaves me spoilt for choice! Obviously, an album will have to be assembled, but here are a few:

The garden is suitably celebratory! –

There’s a cake representing camping at Coniston:

Vik, Roger and Rosie – but where’s Scout?

Becky plays Mum for a moment:

Carol arrived –

Et MOI!

Carol and Sally arrived about 5pm,as did Chris, Michelle and the Grandchildren.

The cake gets a sparkle:

Children line up to receive a sparkler:

So Grandad / Dad-o gets down to some serious silliness: (Does Scout approve?)

Old and new friends and family mixed happily and a great time was had by all.

After hours of sterling service in the kitchen, Sean gets to relax with the bubbles (from Limoux):

And here’s the birthday girl:

Well done, thank you, and now let life begin!

SALLY GOES SOLO; (2)WALES TO WARKWORTH WOODS

Sunday 14^th October: The café near the Travel Lodge was closed as it was Sunday, so M’sieur et M’dame set off once again without breakfast! But they say it was worth it in the end because they found the café at the Inigo Jones Slate Centre was open and they had an excellent breakfast.

Then we had to call at Deganwy to collect some THINGS they’d left behind, like the flask and a coat – C’est leur age, voyons; it’s their age, you know!

Careful, Missy – I’m reading this.

Oooo – keep your teeth in! And by the way, isn’t it time someone looked at my tyres?

Hmmm ….You may be right. It’s all Harry’s fault – dragging you around like he does; it wears your tyres out.

Don’t blame Harry – he only does as he’s told.

Who told him to blow a piston, then?

Who backed him into the gatepost?

No-one – I was moving forwards at the time – get on with the blog, unless you want me to do it.

Ah, non – non ! Il est à moi – it is mine, the journal.

So we left the nice people to have their dinner, and moved on – but not far ! Road works in Colwyn Bay made the next bit really slow, but then we moved nicely all the way to Whitefield, where I parked at the house opposite so that I could eye up Rachel’s new Smartie job, and Sean made a nice roast dinner for M’sieur & M’dame – and Rachel and himself, of course.

The next couple of days (Monday Tuesday 15^th – 16^th October ) were spent doing bits of admin like changing the address on bank accounts (as if that was easy with S…..DER!) and SHOPPING! Also getting new front tyres for Sally – she did need them.

Merci – I told you so! Good job you didn’t go any further with them as they were. And what’s all this STUFF you keep loading me up with? Slow cooker, bathroom fittings, clothes … you expect me to carry that lot back to France for you?

Yes, actually – all less expensive here than there; and there’s at least two bottles of sherry still to come.

Two bottles …! well, don’t expect fuel economy, that’s all I have to say.

Wait till you see what we pick up in Huddersfield ….

What?

Nothing. Tuesday was Rachel’s birthday, of course, but she was working all day. However, we were able to take Her ad Sean out for a Chinese meal in the evening.

Unfortunately the whole week has been affected by my having first a hard cough and then a streaming cold. In case anything other than over-the-counter treatment was needed, and to be re-assured that it would be OK to visit the Grandchildren on Friday, I went to the NHS drop-in centre in Prestwich before travelling on Wednesday. No treatment other than what I’m hitting it with already.

Pauvre M’sieur! So then we set off over the hill towards Newcastle to visit Florence (Kirkby), whose address is in Warkworth Woods which explains the title of this post. We stopped on the way at the Metro Centre (Gateshead) and they bought MORE STUFF!

Not many photos this time, so here’s a picture of the railway in Conwy, as seen from the walls:

Next post: Wasn’t that a party!

SALLY GOES SOLO; (1) POITIERS TO PORTMADOC

Oui, c’est moi, toute seule. Just me ( and M’sieur) ; no big Harry butting in with his interruptions in German. It’s my blog now, so let’s make the most of it.

Friday 5^th October: we left Harry at M. Antoine’s who will look after him and make him look nice again, just like he did 2 years ago. Then we went brm-brm full steam ahead – MY speed, not Harry’s, through Tours and on towards Rouen.

We stopped at a nice rest place where M’sieur et M’dame had some lunch at a picnic table and we got to Rouen in good time – their friend was not actually at his house when we arrived so M’sieur had to phone him to say we were there.

But he wasn’t far away and we had a very nice evening with old friends Martine and Jeanot invited to dinner to talk over old times and set the present world to rights, then after a good night’s sleep –

After breakfast that nice Frenchman said he would lead us through Rouen to where we could join the fast road above the tunnel, because the approach to the tunnel was closed. C’était magnifique! It was like ‘Bullet’ – a car chase round the back streets of Rouen! M’sieur was like Steve McQueen and M’dame was hanging on for dear life with her eyes shut! But it worked – a quick ‘au revoir’ in front of a petrol station and we were away vroom, vroom, no problem, except the weather which was appalling! But as we got near Calais it got better and by the time we were getting on the ferry the sun was shining and the sea was as smooth as you could wish. We were very cheeky – lots of other cars were on before us, but when we got on this man waived us round the other side and all the way to the front of the ship, so that at Dover we were first off the ferry, through the port and away! Driving on the left! …. Bizarre!

We spent the first 5 nights at Chrys & Jan’s. As it happens, the DVD of our ‘Place in the Sun’ programme had arrived that morning so we had our first viewing of that.

During the days that followed Carol got a haircut, I got a broken crown fixed, we had some lovely meals, and visted the gardens at Forty Hall and Myddleton House with Kathy (Horton). Chrys & Jan left for Wales on Wednesday and we went to meet Philip & Christine in London. We had lunch in the park in Russell Square (Wot? No photos?) and then went to the British Musem where there was an outdoor exhibition of North American Landscapes, and we all took an interest in different stuff inside – or the shops opposite. After a nice early-evening meal at ‘Spaghetti House’ we went to see ‘Blood Brothers’. Stunning!

Ça alors! I had to sit outside Potters Bar railway station during all that …. Got a bit of a giggle when they came back, though – they couldn’t open the door to Chrys & Jan’s house! M’dame tried, then M’sieur tried, but neither of them could turn the key at all. It was not quite midnight, so they knocked up the people over the road who had another key which worked OK so they didn’t have to sleep on the drive – in ME!

Thursday 11^th October: They got up and left the house with NO BREAKFAST! But we only went as far as Sainsbury’s at London Colney where they checked my tyre pressures and things and then had a brunch. M’dame bought a dress to wear at the wedding disco, too ….

The weather was horrible on the way to Wales, and there was a long very slow section on the M6, north of the toll. But I buzzed along whenever I could and got them to Deganwy by 6 o’clock.

Time to go green! In other words, we were making use of Esperanto hospitality again. Hilary Chapman was the first person who spoke to me in Esperanto on the phone when I was learning it in about 1979. He was also responsible for my going to Loughborough to teach Esperanto on the Summer Programme, for they’d asked him first, but he couldn’t do it and recommended me. No Loughborough, no Carol – you’d think she’d have learnt Esperanto by now, wouldn’t you?! Anyway, when we needed somewhere to stay in North Wales, Hilary and Pat were an obvious first couple to turn to and we were delighted with our visit. On Thursday evening we took them out for a meal and on Friday we first visited Conwy’s Town Hall, where we were able to view the Council Chamber as Hilary is a Councillor:

Then we walked along the town’s walls, with some excellent views of the castle:

Llandudno’s Great Orme:

And the Vardre, overlooking Deganwy, where the original Castle stood:

There was also a view of what may be the smallest house in Britain: (though those acquainted with the Bridge House in Ambleside may dispute that!):

After a luch of Hilary’s home-made leek and potato soup, we were out again to go up to the gap between the two tops of the Vardre. Unfortunately, the weather changed and we had to find what shelter we could from a very heavy shower. Splendid rainbow, though! (Camera battery low and replacements not to hand!)

So I had a day’s rest and then on Saturday morning, 13^th October, it was off along the coast and up the valley beyond Llanberis to Nant Peris at the foot of Snowdon. It should have been a beautiful drive, but the weather was nasty and there was a long section of roadworks which made everyone late for the wedding – including the bride! On the way we picked Daniel up, impossible as that may have seemed in view of the amount of their STUFF I’ve been carrying around since we left Harry. (Hope he’s OK, over there on his own ….. Mais naturellement, il est content – of course he is happy; there are lots of other motorhomes there!)

The wedding of Nick (M’dame’s nephew) and Ceri was in a beautiful setting! Unfortunately it was raining when we arrived, but during the service –

Bilingual

What?

In two languages.

Sacré bleu! During the service, the rain stopped and there was a bit of sunshine, so everyone was taking photographs.

Bride and groom pause in the Churchyard, just for me!

A Chimney Sweep in attendance.

The Bride preparing to leave the Church.

Then there was another drive to Criccieth for the reception. Between the big photo call and the meal, we went on to Portmadoc where M’sieur and M’dame were booked in to the Travel Lodge. M’dame was going to change into that dress she had bought on Thursday, BUT the assistant had left the security tag attached so she couldn’t wear it!

We really shouldn’t have been able to leave the shop with it, but somehow we did. Back at Criccieth we were just a few moments late, but we enjoyed one of the best wedding ‘breakfasts’ we’ve ever had, and let’s say that the bride was one of the loveliest ever – apart from the one on November 19^th last year, of course.

Afternoon merged into evening which passed with plenty of wine and things and music which was only a bit too loud. Shortly before midnight Carol drove us back to Portmadoc and we had a quiet night’s sleep. Thanks to all concerned for a lovely day.

.MOVE IN – MOVE OUT – TRAVEL ON…

Well – THAT week soon went! Which week? The one after we moved out of Puivert and parked Harry at Sunejo.Living with only the furniture we had on the campsite:

lots of shopping, another visit to the lawyer (wills), the Mayor (you have to do that!) and the doctor (just routine), and then on Friday 28^th, clearing the space and waiting for the lorry.

12 noon, jobs done, Carol settles down to a puzzle:

While Stephen anxiously searches throughout the panorama for the now long overdue removal men.

As you might expect, a call to head office saying ‘do you know where your lorry is?’ had the effect of the lorry’s arriving while we were still on the phone!

Then – Chaos! We simply have TOO MUCH STUFF!

Then our first visitor arrived even before the removal men had gone! Any competition to be first here has been won by many weeks by Mark (Jaques) who arrived, as planned, by motorbike at about 7pm. Well, there was a bed ready for him!

The removal men stayed till dark and finished unloading the lorry in that time, but had to come back next morning to unpack the boxes marked fragile.

Our intention to eat out was ‘postponed’ by the lateness and general fatigue, so a satisfactory meal of salmon steaks and what goes with was produced from the freezer. Oh, – and that bottle of Blanquette got popped at last!

Saturday started OK, weather wise, and because we had to stay at home for the ‘men’, and the delivery of the washing machine, a new one, not on the lorry, Mark had to go out end explore on his own. An unlucky necessity because by afternoon it was POURING and he got SOAKED on the bike. We are sorry – we came for the sunshine! Another arrival that day was the previous owner, who came to show us a few intricacies of looking after the pool and other things. Kind of him, but we’re only a bit wiser – and the water’s still green! We did go out that evening to a restaurant in Puivert, which we had passed many times but not sampled till now. We enjoyed a pleasant meal which Mark kindly treated us to – many thanks!

Sunday’s weather was a little better, dry at least, and we took a day off to give Mark a bike-free day. We revisited the Galamus Gorge, and now out of season the convoy system – no stopping allowed – isn’t in operation, so we got some better photos.

Mark and Carol visited the Hermitage at the foot of the Gorge, while Sally and I stayed and admired the view.

Oui – c’était aussi magnifique que la dernière fois! Just as nice as last time! When Carol and the man got back we drove down to St. Paul and through the Defilé – done it many times now, but I love it. Back at Sonnac – home, I should call it – Harry and the man’s bike were waiting patiently, and, of course all that nonsense about putting me in the garage is quite forgotten – it is so full of BOXES, you can’t even see that tractor-thingy, let alone get it out!

There was a nice smell coming from inside the house! It seems M’sieur had prepared a lamb casserole before they went out and left it in the slow cooker.

M’sieur? – Makes a nice change from HE.

OK, M’sieur. Mark left next morning, riding his motorbike.

M’sieur & M’dame began to try to orgainse stuff in the house –

Then HE –

M’sieur.

HE took me over to a Ford Dealer in Lavelanet to see if there were any electronic updates needed before we travelled to Poitiers. The mechanic said it would be a waste of money as they could tell from the engine number that there was nothing to do …. Nice little drive, though.

Tuesday ( 2^nd October) was spent desperately emptying the bedroom at the front, near the living room. We plan to have some work done to create a second bathroom and an L-shaped kitchen-diner-lounge, and the builder might come while we’re away to remove the wall. There are also two built-in wardrobes which have to go, but the removal men had to fill one of them with fragiles as there was nowhere else and we had to re-locate that lot. We did it, then began packing. Ironically, it was a lovely day; and the day ‘our’ TV programme was shown in the UK.

We hooked up the two vehicles in the gateway before dark. There was something like a sunset, but the evening photos didn’t work very well, so I took some more at sunrise (8.15 am).

(Note the ‘Billing’ log on the barbecue wall!)

There was still a lot for THEM to do, so the idea of an early start didn’t work out – it rarely does. But once on the road THEY decided to use motorways most of the way, regardless of cost so travelling was very easy, appart from one section of CONTRAFLOW! Very unusual on French motorways.

We did a good 300 kms and stopped on a very good ‘aire’ not far from Limoges. On a section of car-park inaccessible to lorries, the night was quite quiet.

And there were croissants for breakfast!

With only about 200 kms still to go to Poitiers, we did that in good time and after a few re-packing jobs we trreated ourselves to a dip in that lovely warm pool at the ‘Futuriste’ (a caravan park we’ve used before).

In spite of the jobs already done, it still took a long time to organise everything to leave Harry at Antoine’s (the motorhome dealer who replaced his ‘cheek’ two years ago), and be ready to travel on in Sally only. But we got away about 10.45 and by 11.30 we were ready to move on, having explained what needed doing (mainly the repair at the back) to M. Antoine.

Goodbye, Big Van! You take care of you.

Goodbye, Little Car; you take care of THEM.

M’sieur et M’dame? But of course ! We’ll come back for you in three weeks – you’ll look better to follow then!

In Ordnung. Enjoy England. – And Wales.

We will. Tchüß!

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Monthly Archives: October 2012

SALLY GOES SOLO (4); PLAN B – BALDOCK TO SONNAC IN TWO DAYS

SALLY GOES SOLO; (3) WASN’T THAT A PARTY!

SALLY GOES SOLO; (2)WALES TO WARKWORTH WOODS

Sunday 14^th October: The café near the Travel Lodge was closed as it was Sunday, so M’sieur et M’dame set off once again without breakfast! But they say it was worth it in the end because they found the café at the Inigo Jones Slate Centre was open and they had an excellent breakfast.

SALLY GOES SOLO; (1) POITIERS TO PORTMADOC

.MOVE IN – MOVE OUT – TRAVEL ON…

Sunday 14th October: The café near the Travel Lodge was closed as it was Sunday, so M’sieur et M’dame set off once again without breakfast! But they say it was worth it in the end because they found the café at the Inigo Jones Slate Centre was open and they had an excellent breakfast.

Sunday 14^th October: The café near the Travel Lodge was closed as it was Sunday, so M’sieur et M’dame set off once again without breakfast! But they say it was worth it in the end because they found the café at the Inigo Jones Slate Centre was open and they had an excellent breakfast.