There was drama, the boys, jointly entrusted with waking us up, both overslept an hour. Though we missed the ferry we were thankful for DFDS’s policy of allowing travel on the one before or after.
Watching the White Cliffs recede has always marked the end of preparation and the beginning of adventure, Laurie Lee describes it well:
“I found myself longing for some opposition or rescue, for the sound of hurrying footsteps coming after me and family voices calling me back .
None came, I was free. I was affronted by freedom. The days silence said, go where you will It’s all yours, you asked for it.”
As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning
We shared the ferry with a community choir whose ferry set included Queen’s – Don’t Stop Me Now” which though hard to disagree with as a sentiment, led us to find quieter surroundings.
For most of northern France, we drove under grey clouds. Our first night tested the tarps and bivvy bags as we opted to sleep outside rather than inside the campsite. The manager there thought that Brexit would likely harm the UK in the short term, but after a few years we’d be better for it. I don’t think he was a fan of the EU, he mentioned immigration and the cost of living and I wouldn’t be surprised if France were to shortly swing further right.
Going South through France is always a fab way to begin a trip, the French countryside being so very beautiful.
So far so good 😉
And after 5 nights we crossed the Pyrenees into Spain.