Eventful day for three grand old ladies who did us all proud. Dover was 260 miles for our carawagon, having met up with John and Pat'n'Rob at Grantam on t't A1. When we reached Dunkerque we then drove another over 152, finishing just north of Rouen in an Aire. One of our brethren has 'head' problems and is in catch-up mode, yet to leave Blighty. And young John ensured we were all taken to the inspection pound at the ferry terminal. All of us were innocent of any crimes, apart from John (naturally) who was found smuggling diesel into France. We were all kept in quarantine for an hour, but eventually escaped for a very late ferry. Met a guy on the boat from Oz who is incredibly pedal-biking back to Melbourne, and graciously suggested ours was the groovier option. One commonality, however, is that we both have numb bums!
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