On my way but delayed due to self-inflicted stupidity.
As I sat in my car at home, I decided to get my passport ready. There was only one problem…. No passport!
I remembered putting it on the passenger seat of my motorhome as I came back from Spa on Monday. I guessed it was still there. Off I drove to London NW7 from E1, which is just about exactly the opposite way to go to Folkestone. Yup, there it was on the passenger seat, where it had slid under a Waitrose bag. Phew! That little excursion cost me an hour, so I was obliged to alter my crossing, which cost £20 to change at short notice. A small price to pay for finding a passport.
On the M25, a lump of metal or concrete and metal (no time to see it properly) clumped up under the off side bottom rear of my car, putting a big gouge in the rear metal under tray. I would not like to have hit it on a motorcycle.

And here we are steaming into la belle France

Let the games begin!
As I sat in my car at home, I decided to get my passport ready. There was only one problem…. No passport!
I remembered putting it on the passenger seat of my motorhome as I came back from Spa on Monday. I guessed it was still there. Off I drove to London NW7 from E1, which is just about exactly the opposite way to go to Folkestone. Yup, there it was on the passenger seat, where it had slid under a Waitrose bag. Phew! That little excursion cost me an hour, so I was obliged to alter my crossing, which cost £20 to change at short notice. A small price to pay for finding a passport.
On the M25, a lump of metal or concrete and metal (no time to see it properly) clumped up under the off side bottom rear of my car, putting a big gouge in the rear metal under tray. I would not like to have hit it on a motorcycle.

And here we are steaming into la belle France

Let the games begin!





















































































