Weekends of wildness.

Every so often the management and I get to spend some quality time together. This has got progressively easier as the children get older. Left to their own devices, there is less of a chance the kids will have burnt the house down, though they are approaching an age where parental absences might be marked by wild parties...

Soo Friday we went off on a jolly, now of course I had to increase the level of stress and excitement. Saving a bit of time I shot over to the high school to pick up the oldies. Now, I had noted a day or so previously there was not a lot of derv in the truck but when I got half way there i realised quite how little. So anyway with the truck running on it's reserves of reserve I got to the school.

Naturally I had prepared for the off by putting my jacket in the Xantia. Of course good preparation meant putting the passports in my jacket, and of course the plastic, and of course the cash.

So here I was miles from anywhere about to run out of fuel with no means of paying for more.

Fortunately Taliesin was in funds and able to fund a fiver of diesel till we got home.

With the start less auspicious we went on our merry way.

We are about 250 miles from Plymouth, needed to drop two children off en route and of course Wales were playing France. Kick off was 8 PM

The Xantia is nothing if not a lively little motorway toy, I am not providing evidence but we left the house here at 4.16 and I saw the end of the first half in the bar....

From there of course it was onwards and - errrh onwards.

This was our first run out on the new ferry Armorique.

The rugby was a disaster area.

Wales were so Welsh, started as the favourites and so tossed the game away

This is the new BF top ship and it's lovely. Lots of open areas but no restaurant which is what makes the trip so nice. The cabins are lots bigger and nicer which is why me and her slept on the floor.

Just like we used to do when we only ever slept in recliners.

Big plus though, no disco and no third rate covers band.

The lack of restaurant is a bit of a pain we quite like our sedentary relaxed meals on the ferry with a decent bottle of rouge to wash it down...

But anyway next morning b right and early away we went in brilliant sunshine and temperatures well into the teens to check the house. Just as well. The recent winds had blown an upstairs window open and we were lucky there had not been substantial rain or wind.

On to the favourite restaurant in town for a tough 4 course lunch before a leisurely trip back to Morlaix and even more shopping.

Of course it has been some time since we went to Brittany and, well frankly stocks of most things were low. This in turn resulted in IVECO level shopping with Xantia capacity. Somewhere along the line the need to leave room for two charges slipped off the radar and we arrived back in Plymouth in a car which could well be described as full.

Thankfully we did manage to create room and didn't have to abandon any children or go back for them.

All in all a positive weekend, and totally unlike ones we tend to have, one free of drama disaster and catastrophe.

This is worrying, very worrying.

R