Up with the larks I was at the ferry terminal before most of the employees of DFDS and so I was first in the queue to get boarded. I picked a seat right in the nose of the ferry and watched like a dog waiting at the front window of its house awaiting its owner to return, except I was desperate to see the famous white cliffs again.
I won’t bore you with my drive home, I have probably bored you enough already. But let me summarise the trip the best I can.
– I loved the freedom of going where I wanted, when I wanted.
– I loved visiting history spots and feeling like I was surrounded by the echos of the past; Mierlo, Bastogne, Normandy.
– The drive from Italy back into France was amazing.
– I met some really nice people and saw some amazing characters.
– I did too much driving and not enough viewing. I should have stopped at villages and wandered around rather than seeing places at 30 mph in my car.
– I wish I had spent more money on toll roads and given myself more time to get out into wherever I landed each night and bought meals. I like food, but ended up eating tins of meat from the UK or supermarket cheese and bread. I only had two bought meals in restaurants.
– I wish I had planned more and worked out what I wanted to see and the route ahead of the trip so I could spend more time taking in the sights and people around me and less time looking at maps and Googling routes!
Would I do it again? Yes, in a heartbeat.
Would I do it differently? Yes, I think I would.
Itchy Feet and Titchy Feet 