With a goodbye to Blighty and a bonjour to France we stepped onto the continent in optimistic mood.
Much to our surprise a cronky overloaded orange Bedford Dormobile disgorged itself from the ferry’s jaws with a familiar grinning face at the window and a cheery wave.
It was Charles, a friend from home, and a band of fellow students who had formed a mini-crowd to fund the jaloppy for an expedition.
This called for Stella’s and a Gitane or two at the secondhand clothes shop that doubled as a bar and a round of handshakes and introductions all round.
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
That secondhand clothes store/bar sounds like Calais!