Onward for the remaining 99 miles to Dover, turning up at gone 9.00, making nearly 340 miles in a day. Had a great night at the Premier Inn in Dover, and surprisingly for an advert, everything Lenny Henry says is true!
The next day we dutifully turned up at the ferry terminal and Yvonne tried desperately to diguise her hamster cheeks with a grin as we waited in the queue along with the entire Herefordshire Hell's Angels chapter. Nice lads, but mostly overweight balding firemen, clad in Sturgess-esque leather waistcoats and matching bandanas. Suspect they didn't have a dressing-up box when they were young...
It's been so long since we went on the Dover - Calais route we'd forgotten you could actually see the coast of France from England.
Once abroad, we tootled through the backroads of Northern France and into La Belgie through countless chocolate box lid villages.
Along the way, I decided to revisit one of the holiday spots of my very early youth. When I was around 13 we visited De Haan as a family and I imagined that it would bring back some of my earliest recollections. Not a hope - never go back....
Once in Brugge we headed for the nearest bar and restaurant and whiled a way a handful of hours drinking a selection of fantastical beers...
And so to bed...
