The student and I like to get away occasionally and have a bit of fun on our own but, you know you can have too much of a good thing.
We set off early afternoon, but actually a bit late. When we were leaving daycastle I had an eye on the clock and thought to myself this was cutting things a bit fine.
Plan A had been to see how frugal Bihan the C5 could be if you took it easy.
That had to be abandoned and another plan employed;
Plan B, just how fast is this thing?
The answer was VERY. I did get passed once but that was and Aston martin Vantage and he was obviously in an even bigger hurry than me.
This resulted in a fuel light coming on requiring an emergency diversion into Tesco and we got into the terminal with 5 minutes to spare. Haven't cut it that fine in a while.
So it was on to the Bretagne and let the relaxation commence, I do love that ship, especially as it has the most wonderful restaurant. So feeling a bit full up and a lot wiped it was time to bed, ahh now did I mention our cabin. No I didn't - because we didn't have one.
So having selected a bit of deck we settled for the night, or rather didn't. A very un settled night followed disturbed by vibrations, noisy people and others going about their work.
So my dis was a bit gruntled going down to the car deck where we succeeded in being the last car but 3 to leave making us at this stage an hour late leaving to meet someone at the house.
More driving like my hair was on fire and another pit stop was indicated, meaning I had to find the LeClerc in Loudeac a town I had never been to before and arriving on market day did nothing to help me get through.
So all in all we arrived at the house hot and flustered, definitely hot; it was 32 C in the back garden.
We've had this house since March 2003 and we knew then it would eventually need a bit of work doing. With our mate Youenn on board we worked out a schedule of things to do that need doing pretty much this year, with a back up list of things to get done at some stage in the future.
The electrics are a fire risk nightmare and half the roof needs doing. Funny thing in France; the slates are clipped on to a wooden frame; when you change the roof most of the slates simply go back on with new clips. In our case a lot of the pine boards which are of course softwood to start off with will have to come off and a lot of the battens behind them need to be replaced too.
So anyway it was time for lunch and on we went, the usual restaurant experience 4 fantastic courses for 11 euros.
Back to the house and a work break. The student went off on strimming bent and I went into town to pick up a load of stuff someone wanted us to bring home.
The temperature was past 30 C and we were both a bit phased by the warmth of it all. Thankfully the new strimmer saved us a pot of time over the old and soon we were heading North for the ferry. The students sister has a house in Sgriniac a bit North of ours, a place we last visited 20 years ago. So armed with a map and only the vaguest notion where the house was we set off and damn me we soon found it and also found her sister was out. Not having a huge pot of time to spend we high tailed it for Morlaix cross country.
Warning bells should have sounded when we passed a lake, I asked where that was, there was no lake on the map she said. A little while later signs appeared inviting us to turn left for a town that should have been on our right. Ahh yes, been here before time to hang a turn round back track and find the junction where we had gone wrong.
Still we arrived in St Pol, made a brief stop in Red Cash then went to LeClerc. By this time we were both completely pooped, we got bored with the shopping long before we had everything we needed, had a "bucket" moment and went to find our tea.
There are allegedly some fantastic restaurants in St Pol but normally we park in the terminal in Roscoff, enjoy a stroll into town and either go to the creperie Ty Sauzon or the Baie de Halong which is a Vietnamese restaurant.
After a fantastic meal and with change from 50 E in my pocket we went back to the car and drove to the ferry, far too tired to walk that night, though I did feel loads better after eating.
We were anyway pushing it a bit for the ferry and were one of the last cars to check in. I was doing this in hope that we might get shoved onto car deck five which would win us 30 minutes extra in bed. The ship was arriving at an obscene 5 am, we could not turn up at little D's nans before 10. It's a 2 hour trip; that meant we might have 3 hours to kill.
Our luck of the night before held and we were loaded so close to the bow doors that if the car was much further forwards it would have got wet!
So there we were then on the ship at 11 PM French time needing to be off the ship at 5 AM UK time. 6 hours later - not much time at all with a need to find a cabin and fit an early morning coffee or three in there too.
Morning seemed to arrive to soon, it felt like I had barely got to bed and the alarm went off. Away we went on the way home, well in many ways we got all sensible. Pulled over in the services for a couple of hours sleep half way up the M5, collected the young man and home we went.
I must say I was a bit emotional when I got home as was the love of my life so we decided even more sleep was needed and went for a few hours before getting up again barbecuing some of the fresh mackerel no one son had caught and having an early night.
I was up and at them bright and early this morning mowing a field before it got too hot, but that was then. The management is snoring gently on the bed beside me. Waiting for the social worker to call, could be a long wait.
R
We set off early afternoon, but actually a bit late. When we were leaving daycastle I had an eye on the clock and thought to myself this was cutting things a bit fine.
Plan A had been to see how frugal Bihan the C5 could be if you took it easy.
That had to be abandoned and another plan employed;
Plan B, just how fast is this thing?
The answer was VERY. I did get passed once but that was and Aston martin Vantage and he was obviously in an even bigger hurry than me.
This resulted in a fuel light coming on requiring an emergency diversion into Tesco and we got into the terminal with 5 minutes to spare. Haven't cut it that fine in a while.
So it was on to the Bretagne and let the relaxation commence, I do love that ship, especially as it has the most wonderful restaurant. So feeling a bit full up and a lot wiped it was time to bed, ahh now did I mention our cabin. No I didn't - because we didn't have one.
So having selected a bit of deck we settled for the night, or rather didn't. A very un settled night followed disturbed by vibrations, noisy people and others going about their work.
So my dis was a bit gruntled going down to the car deck where we succeeded in being the last car but 3 to leave making us at this stage an hour late leaving to meet someone at the house.
More driving like my hair was on fire and another pit stop was indicated, meaning I had to find the LeClerc in Loudeac a town I had never been to before and arriving on market day did nothing to help me get through.
So all in all we arrived at the house hot and flustered, definitely hot; it was 32 C in the back garden.
We've had this house since March 2003 and we knew then it would eventually need a bit of work doing. With our mate Youenn on board we worked out a schedule of things to do that need doing pretty much this year, with a back up list of things to get done at some stage in the future.
The electrics are a fire risk nightmare and half the roof needs doing. Funny thing in France; the slates are clipped on to a wooden frame; when you change the roof most of the slates simply go back on with new clips. In our case a lot of the pine boards which are of course softwood to start off with will have to come off and a lot of the battens behind them need to be replaced too.
So anyway it was time for lunch and on we went, the usual restaurant experience 4 fantastic courses for 11 euros.
Back to the house and a work break. The student went off on strimming bent and I went into town to pick up a load of stuff someone wanted us to bring home.
The temperature was past 30 C and we were both a bit phased by the warmth of it all. Thankfully the new strimmer saved us a pot of time over the old and soon we were heading North for the ferry. The students sister has a house in Sgriniac a bit North of ours, a place we last visited 20 years ago. So armed with a map and only the vaguest notion where the house was we set off and damn me we soon found it and also found her sister was out. Not having a huge pot of time to spend we high tailed it for Morlaix cross country.
Warning bells should have sounded when we passed a lake, I asked where that was, there was no lake on the map she said. A little while later signs appeared inviting us to turn left for a town that should have been on our right. Ahh yes, been here before time to hang a turn round back track and find the junction where we had gone wrong.
Still we arrived in St Pol, made a brief stop in Red Cash then went to LeClerc. By this time we were both completely pooped, we got bored with the shopping long before we had everything we needed, had a "bucket" moment and went to find our tea.
There are allegedly some fantastic restaurants in St Pol but normally we park in the terminal in Roscoff, enjoy a stroll into town and either go to the creperie Ty Sauzon or the Baie de Halong which is a Vietnamese restaurant.
After a fantastic meal and with change from 50 E in my pocket we went back to the car and drove to the ferry, far too tired to walk that night, though I did feel loads better after eating.
We were anyway pushing it a bit for the ferry and were one of the last cars to check in. I was doing this in hope that we might get shoved onto car deck five which would win us 30 minutes extra in bed. The ship was arriving at an obscene 5 am, we could not turn up at little D's nans before 10. It's a 2 hour trip; that meant we might have 3 hours to kill.
Our luck of the night before held and we were loaded so close to the bow doors that if the car was much further forwards it would have got wet!
So there we were then on the ship at 11 PM French time needing to be off the ship at 5 AM UK time. 6 hours later - not much time at all with a need to find a cabin and fit an early morning coffee or three in there too.
Morning seemed to arrive to soon, it felt like I had barely got to bed and the alarm went off. Away we went on the way home, well in many ways we got all sensible. Pulled over in the services for a couple of hours sleep half way up the M5, collected the young man and home we went.
I must say I was a bit emotional when I got home as was the love of my life so we decided even more sleep was needed and went for a few hours before getting up again barbecuing some of the fresh mackerel no one son had caught and having an early night.
I was up and at them bright and early this morning mowing a field before it got too hot, but that was then. The management is snoring gently on the bed beside me. Waiting for the social worker to call, could be a long wait.
R
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eventful!
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