|English weather in France - have we enough fuel to get to Calais...er|
|Finally, after 120 miles - a place with diesel. and shortish queues.|
"Thanks Rodney. We found no fuel available from the Loire to Normandy adjacent to the N Roads we were travelling on - mainly Supermarket self serve. One place had fuel but would only accept French bank cards. Quite a few Total stations had chains across. Finally we found a place on the Autoroute a few kilometres from Neufchâtel en Bray, where in a noble gesture of Fraternité I only put 30 litres in to ensure we have enough to get us to the Ferry. Most French drivers were feeling less than fraternal and had they been able to fill the boot, door pockets and any spare supermarket bags with fuel, they probably would have tried. I don't know how this is going to play out in the long term, but certainly if I was leaving the UK in the next few days I would make sure of entering France with a full tank. If I was heading south east to Austria, Switzerland or Italy, then heading through Belgium, Luxembourg then down the Autobahn might be a good move. I'll post again tomorrow on how the queues are looking after the weekend."
And it did (stop raining); and we did (enjoy our final day in France).
|We never did discover the Olympian aspects of the of the municipal site at Wimereaux|
|The place itself - think Clacton with croissantes|
|inspired by Sixties Habitat wardrobes...|
|Some had been personalised.|
|In the afternoon the cloud broke a bit, so we took a clifftop walk towards Boulogne.|
|I like the way he still kept walking... it shows true Gallic nonchalance...|
|Blue/grey sea, mauveish thrift - that's nice.|