The car was crammed with wine, mostly red. Lunch (veggie and lorraine quiche and a tomato) and patisserie (tartelette fraise and chocolate religieuse) duly consumed. We were early at the tunnel (no surprise there) and were shocked to be offered an earlier crossing. We took it. However, you may recall a similar thing happened on the outward journey. This time we queued as requested only to find the train was full. We and 6 other cars then had a guided tour of Eurotunnel France as we searched for a train with room. Eventually, our flashing leader took us into the badlands where trucks and other dodgy characters hang out. We were led onto a train where the big boys play. I’d often wondered how vehicles over 1.85 m get through. Here was the answer. A train with a double height carriage. Scary.
The rest is history, even if it was exciting to travel with the grownups. We hit the M20 and zoomed north. Well for 10 minutes at least. The rest of our drive was at a more modest pace.
The garage is now replete with bottles of wine and whatever happens with Brexit, it will be some considerable time before we need to restock.
That’s the end of our TMB adventure. Thanks for reading and supporting us. You’ve been great.
Don And Carol's Tour De Mont Blanc 