We parked for the two nights in tourlaville an adjacent town of Cherbourg , We were parked literally on the beach as I fancied a day on the beach to laze and swim before we had to head home. But the rain caught up with us, it poured all day, but sometimes that is a good thing. I was pretty wiped from all of the driving and a day snuggled in Rosita, playing cards and reading was exactly what I needed, there was plenty of time on the last day for Armagnac shopping.
Our departure dawned in the teeth of a howling gale..and yes we were getting a boat...and I am not a fantastic sea traveller at the best of times, so it was down with the sea-sickness tablets and we were off, it was a rocky trip but uneventful.
And then on the 24, Rosslare, funny after all of the time driving on the right I had to really concentrate to drive on the left again. The drive from Rosslare to home seemed interminable.
But by happy chance a couple of friends were in my house when we arrived, they had popped in to turn on the heating etc..so we had a welcome home party. They came back again a little later and we popped a couple of corks on some of the fizzy wine that found its way into my shopping trolley in France..and we talked and talked.
I have loved having the company of Mollie on the trip, I am lucky that we get on so well and that we have a fantastic relationship, but it was also nice to get home and have a few more people around.
and then the very very best thing of all
My own bed!
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