Px So the final moving day arrived after what has seemed to be the longest moving period in history. We packed the remains of our belongings stacked them into priority piles in the living room of our rented house, the plants have been sorted and corralled on the decking awaiting their journey south.
Barnaby Pickles was very bewildered he knew something was going on and I’m sure was worried that we would be leaving him behind, so lots of reassuring scuggles were given. Then at 12pm we set off for our new home in France and our very own French adventure.
We made excellent time down to Folkestone so early that we were able to get a much earlier train and at no extra cost…. Euro tunnel must have been feeling generous. We arrived in Calais to more beautiful blue skies and the strong waft of the sea. The journey south towards Paris sped by and entering Paris gave us magical view of the whole city, the Eiffel Tower stood majestically in the distance, we made great time around the city peripheral, so good that we decided not to stop but to carry on towards home only another 7 hour drive…. Easy… Hmmm.
All our worries about how BP would cope were just worries, he coped in the best possible way; by sleeping.
So at 2am we pulled into our driveway under a jam packed beautiful starry sky, deep breaths, big sighs and back to reality, we quickly gave Pickle a tour of the garden and headed for bed in a few hours we will be the starting our new French life.