A bit clearer

I got in, started the car and gently drove down the ramp on to a concrete road.

No passports, it is during Britain’s membership of the European Union. So off into France, driving, of course, on the right.

“So, what are you going to do in France?” She asked, shifting delightfully inside that light skirt.

“I plan making a tour of France, for Drabblers, to give them a taste of various interesting places that I know”

“So will you be able to drop me off in Le Havre in a couple of days?”

“Of course, why, what are you doing?”