That was one long drive. Home to Brighton in one hit, a journey time of 14 hours. Normally we stay the night somewhere but macho man was under instructions, by the boss, to 'go for it'.
Altogether it was a clear run with snow flurries in the south of France but generally the roads were clear and dry. For the whole 1175 kilometres the temperature barely got over freezing.
The only time it got really uncomfortable was near journey's end. I started to sweat because the fuel was running low. The needle was well below the empty sign. Anyway we limped to a service area and filled up. Grief, the tank holds 76 litres and, guess what, I put 79 litres in. It must have been running on fumes. Having said that, getting 79 litres into a tank of 76 is my new record (78 was the previous record). Does that make me a hero (no, a prat - Ed)?
About Me
- Alex
- Jan and I moved from England to France in July 2002 and then, in February 2011, after nearly 9 great years in France we have moved to North Yorkshire, England, to be nearer to my ageing mother. The move to France was primarily motivated by the opportunity to, 'have an adventure', after our children had flown the nest. Well now the adventure continues. After six years back in England our delightful Beauceron Max has died and leaves a confused Minnie who has only ever known her beloved companion . She is a Beauceron, a large but very congenial, French breed of sheep dog. By a total coincidence my mother told Jan that North Yorkshire, Ripon, is where I was conceived. Frankly, a bit too much information but it just goes to show that what goes around comes around. This journal reflects the thoughts, likes, dislikes, fantasies and observations of our latest life in Yorkshire, for me, Jan, Minnie and my alter ego Ed.
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