A frantic few weeks came to an abrupt end at 9am on Saturday 9 August when we left home. Work was completed, deadlines had been met, audio had been broadcast, the house had been sold (and then not) and usual life was finally packed away for a couple of months.
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| Halland CL – men and motors |
A short drive to Kent and the welcome site of our farm stopover where we were greeted by ducks, geese and men in boiler suits tinkering about with vintage buses. It was a short train ride to the impressive eco stadium at Dartford to enjoy a resounding victory for the Mighty Wrexham, the first game of the new season.
A great way to start our trip!
A great way to start our trip!
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| Spot the two Reds fans at the back! |
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| Goooooooooaaaall Wrexham! |
The next morning’s drive to Dover in high winds caused panic as Bertha nearly flipped over on top of the cliffs, swerving alarmingly on two wheels, whilst a caravan in the opposite lane jack-knifed across oncoming traffic. We held our breath and Simon held her steady.
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| A rockin’ good way |
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| Wild and woolly on the channel |
The seas were high but the ferry, good old Berlioz of Seafrance days, got us safely into Calais from where we inched along the wind swept A16 north to Gravelines.
The aire was full as a funfair was in town but we found shelter of sorts behind a huge Concorde van that gave us welcome protection from the violent gusts of Hurricane Bertha.
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| Hiding behind a big 'van at Gravelines windy aire |
