Oh to be abroad. Now that December's here. First, there the little business of going on a cruise. No flying, just drive ourselves down to Southampton, embark on this nice Norwegian ship and then steer towards Nantes, La Rochelle, Bordeaux, Bilbao, Coruna and Aviles.
You must be mad, said our friends. The Bay of Biscay in Winter! So what, we thought. We are good sailors. So it might be a little rough. so what? We were not prepared though for these lily-livered Norsemen who, through the mouth of our beautiful and immaculate Captain, announced, no sooner than we had arrived at our first port of call, we would turn tail after the second and head northwards.
A horrible storm coming from the South and he backed it all up with scary weather pictures of evil looking balls of green and violet heading our way. It would be too uncomfortable for us all, 20 meter waves, unable to get into or out of some of the ports, etc.etc we got the message.
So where did we go? Antwerp and Amsterdam! Full of all the old familiar places. like Starbucks, Macdonalds, Etam and Body Shop. Actually, it was nice and a trip around the Canals was great. But not what we had planned.
Ten days later, Christmas sorted. 27 people fed and watered on the 25th, we are back in France. A quick sortie into Etaples and the curiously named Simply supermarket, heaving with Pâté de Fois Gras for tomorrow night's celebration and we head back to our hamlet. But what's this? The road is white with Euro sized hailstones. There is slush everywhere and overflowing ditches are disgorging their surplus on to the road.
As for our planned celebration with friends twenty miles away, who can tell....
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