After handing back the boat, we drove 8 hours to the town mentioned above. Dominic driving all the way again. He was a star this week- I don’t know that it came across in my last note how well he responded to the challenge of driving a boat and how patient he was with the rest of us. I think it might have shown at times that we were a little panicky especially as the boat was heading into a lock and being dragged the wrong way by the current! Oh boy!
And I should give honorable mention to Emma - she gave those locks a workout!
But I am so happy to be able to say that we have an extended family of people who all rise magnificently to the challenges life throws in the way - so let’s just keep rowing those boats !
After that, the sun shone in Le Touquet. It is a funny English sort of town a bit south of Calais with a sort of normal beach - with sand - although the tide goes a long way out. The breakers were about a km out in the morning. The buildings were more English than French. Apparently parisians come here for holidays. Nice shops - some expensive and some posh hotels. Very pretty with a beautiful park of pines at the edge of the shops. For our only night there we went to a lovely restaurant on the beach. In the morning Tony and Dominic played golf while Emma and I puddled around town. There was a great market going on that day.
Then the long trek back to Brighton, going home always takes longer.
The next morning we trained it back to Romsey, met up with some friends of Claire’s we have got to know over the years. And today we are in Wales about to start 3 days of walking -in the rain! That is the forecast- it is something I don’t like doing. Nice hotel though. Perhaps I will stay in bed one day.
Some photos of Le Touquet.