1102- 1103: Leaving Home – Slowly
Wednesday 13th March – Thursday 14th March 2019
We both virtually killed ourselves cleaning and getting our stuff out of the house. On our knees. We left on the Wednesday and the first holiday visitors arrived on Saturday, so it had to be VERY clean. James left in the van, and all I had to do was clean the kitchen floor, have a shower and then clean the shower. And then follow in the loaded car. Cleverly I stuck the clothes I was wearing in the washing machine, only to discover I’d not tightened the seal enough when I’d cleaned the filter. Result … a bit of flood in the utility room. At this point I realised that my clean clothes, I’d planned to wear were actually in the van with James … it was chilly naked kitchen floor clean and then I had to wait till my clothes were just dry enough to put back on! Afterwards, I remembered I could’ve wrapped a towel around me!! Told you I was tired … not thinking!
Whilst parked up for 2 nights at the Fox and Goose pub in Greywell, we sorted out the van …. disposing stuff at the Aged P’s house … fortunately they were in South Africa and would have barred the door at how much we brought back to the house. So I kindly sent them photos of each stage of loading boxes in and, mostly, up to the attic!
As we were staying in a pub car park, it would have been rude not to eat there … first night with sister Clare and Chris, and second night with Maddy.
As well as a dentist for me, I lost 1.5 hours of my life in the vets, trying to get a form completed for the health cert that will replace the Pet Passport when / if there is no deal … only to discover the vet had the wrong form … the correct form would not be released by DEFRA for a few days! As we moved along the south coast visiting friends, we rang various vets whether knew nothing, or did not have the right sort of vet in the practice. A phone call to DEFRA established that the form would not be sent to vets until 20.03 … our Tunnel crossing was booked for early on 21st, and they could not tell me what time of day it would arrive. Ho hum. My DEFRA contact did go and check, when I asked, and confirmed that we could get the form done by any EU vet. Nothing about this on their web site … or what people already in Eurozone are supposed to do. No surprises there then!
The Aged P’s were delighted that we took the twin tub from their shed … but not so pleased, we left an awning, dog run and shopping trolley (mistake!) in its place!
Not to mention, what we left in the attic. Dad had only recently remarked how spacey the attic had seemed after we’d emptied it! They are not allowed to move house.
Sarah and Mac … this one is for you … we stayed at the Fox and Goose and had to have a Butterscotch sundae – yummy.
1104-1109:Sleeping on Driveways!
Friday 15th March – Wednesday 20th March
With Jez the motorhome ready to roll, we set off for Eastbourne. We met up for dinner both Friday and Saturday with friends staying in a hotel, whilst we wild camped in a street back from the coast. It was a 1.4km walk each way but along the front, so perfect for the dogs. Gale Eric was not so perfect, but we got blown one way and fought our way back.
Sunday night saw us parked up in Rustington, straddling the drives of Ian and Jimmy and their most lovely neighbours, Ted and Marj. We had a fishy lunch with a couple of my old muckers (Gill, Gordon and Al), who came down from London, Maddy, who came from Brighton, Mel and boys, Ian’s parents and Nicky’s parents Ruth and Brian. Really lovely to see them all. Not so lovely was my sense of being poisoned the next day … I blame Mel, who kept us drinking … a sea front run sorted that out though! For us anyway … not saying who might have had a late start the next morning!
We took refuge on a campsite for a DRY night, and then spent a night on Sue and Mick’s driveway. We met them in Greece and had another good night with them. A slow start and off to the Canterbury aire. Where I trawled ALL the opticians trying to find one that would sell me 4 months worth of 1.5 contact lenses! I should specify +1.5 contact lenses. Being new to using them, I’d ordered -1.5 (OK! I thought the – was not a negative but a dash!) … I soon found my error on applying one to my left eye and my vision being so compromised to be dangerous! A quick text to Lin and Bo, who we’d be seeing in a few days and they could be delivered to their home before they left! Phew!
1110-1115: Arras and WW1 Sights
Thursday 21st – Tuesday 26th March
We have never seen the Canterbury aire or Eurotunnel so quiet! And really quiet! So many people just haven’t travelled due to Brexit uncertainty. Just hope we have remembered to cover all the documentation we need!
Meg had ferried from Hull to Rotterdam and we’d liaised that if the weather was OK, she’d delay her journey south and meet us in Arras. We had such a lovely time, having coffee in the squares, at the market, doing the tourist sights and eating together in the evening … we all stayed 4 nights! Arras is really close to Calais and is definitely worth a few days trip. Blanche is a Papillon, the same breed that just won Crufts. She might be small and fluffy, but she doesn’t take any nonsense from CO2!
Meg left to head down through the Rhone valley, in the vague direction of Slovenia or Croatia, and we moved a short distance down the coast to Peronne and a campsite for 2 nights. After 12 days away, we desperately needed a free and voluminous water supply to do some laundry … the twin tub was deployed all afternoon! And the weather Gods smiled on us and send a good drying wind!
Our home for 4 nights on the banks of a canal in Arras. Great for running and dog walking. And a short walk or hop onto the free electric noddy bus.
Re-built as 80% of the city was flattened, in the original Flemish Baroque styles. Several such squares. Meg and I climbed the belfry … in a lift, and we all visited the Boves (caves) underneath, dug out for the chalk as a building material.
I think it was 214 men who were executed here for their resistance work. Their names line the walls.
The British cemetery.
Meg and I visited the Wellington caves. Also dug out for the chalk stone, but joined up and enlarged by 500 New Zealand engineers and British miners, so they could hold 20,000 Allies soldiers for a week before the Battle of Arras in April 9th 1917. They were dug out by hand so as not to alert the German forces.They were homed here in secret and some of the tunnels went up to the front line. The push gained the Allies 11 km at a cost of 4000 casualties on the first day. Total deaths were 160,000 British Third and First Army and the Germans lost 125,000.
Having got all excited and dragged Meg into the town on Friday, as I’d not listened to both Meg and James that I was a day adrift, we finally caught the market on Saturday! Huge market and I filled the fridge with veg, as well as half a rabbit (yummy). We ended up buying a shopping trolley…. madness really as this was an item we’d left in the Aged P’s shed! Spot Blanche.
I toured the WW1 museum in Peronne. It gave equal weight to the Allies and Germany and presented artefacts in a different way. Really worth a visit too. This is a British Officer’s tea making facilities for the trenches … for all as if going on a family picnic.
Rather than display uniforms and artillery in display cases, they were in ‘graves’ on the floor. I hadn’t known that due the mechanisation, they had re-armour troops. each country had its own styles of steel helmet, largely styled on native peasant hats.
1116-1117: Contact Lens Delivery!
Wednesday 27th – Thursday 28th March 2019
Electric cable and twin tub stowed away, we drove for less than an hour to Marcoing. We had an assignation with my contact lens couriers! We managed to throw in a meal and some wine, except Bo, who was the only one who showed restraint on the 0% lager! Amazing Lin and I did not suffer a bad head, but both just felt shaky … needless to say the menfolk drove late morning when we eventually set off! Lin and Bo (& Maud the cat) are heading in a leisurely way to Crete. Tempting to join them, but we are headed to the Keukenhof Gardens in the Netherlands and then to S Germany for Kerstin’s 50th; possibly Poland in between. Who knows!
Oscar and Corrie’s Diary
Bon Jours mes enfants! Ici deux chiens – Corrie et Oscar et moi est Corrie – Le TopDog….. Alors – Oscar est ok-ish… Nous avant en La Belle France, perchance. My command of Franglais even surprises moi! We are in France because our pets K and J say so. As for the language skills, please don’t alert L’Acadamie Francais! We’ve been to Arras, Peronne and Macoing – Lo and Bin and Maud we met – they’re good salty dogs (and cat). They imbibe a little but then – who doesn’t? K and J don’t know we steal out the gin when they’ve gone a bedding…. we clean our teeth to disguise the aroma. It’s all ‘mist to the grill’… I quite like ‘Trever Fee’ tonic. They say we’re going to someplace called ‘Neverthenlands’ – all water and canals filled with bicycles – a little boy stuck his pecker in a dyke to save people – it must been a big’un! Oscar could do that, I think… Well, we’ve moved on to Gouda – cheeses! Not the ones with holes in – that’s a place where the cheese is made by the little boys pecker! Tonight J dragged us out in a thunderstorm! Made my eyes water and my makeup ran… but I can borrow K’s makeup bag (later).
Ok – tot zien (Dutch) and watch out for stray peckers!
Yours in treats, songs and sardines – its a good life….
Corrie and Oscar.