The return

A quick dash to our favourite hypermarket, a leisurely stroll around the store, loading the car with as much wine as we can cram in, a spot of lunch and maybe a bite or two of patisserie. That’s how we plan to spend our last hours in France.

Then it’s off to the tunnel for our early afternoon departure. That promises to be a bun fight, according to the operator. It’s officially a ‘busy day’. When we eventually arrive in good old Blighty we’ll join the bank holiday traffic and, later than imagined we’ll arrive home in delightful Bradford On Avon.

Best not to dwell on what happens then. A cuppa, followed by an assault on the mountain. Washing, that is.

We’ve been wondering what next year will bring, but no-one, not even our government, has the least idea. Maybe we’ll find room for a little more wine, just in case.