We left Parc Verger on the 19th and headed north to catch the ferry on the 21st. On route we stopped overnight on an aire just west of Paris in a village called St Calais (rather apt we thought), not the prettiest of places but it was very quiet and we felt really safe. Good job too really as we were the only ones there and by the time we arrived we were too tired to move on anyway!
The next day we set off having decided to ignore the Sat Nav for a while as for some reason it doesn’t take you what we think is the most ‘common sense’ route. All was going well, until Dean told me to stop stressing, put the map down and enjoy the drive.
Then the Sat Nav instructed us to take a toll road towards Paris! We scrolled through the anticipated route and it mentioned the word ‘peripherique’ which filled us with dread so, after a frantic review of the map we made our way off the motorway and picked up the route again that took us via Dreux, Evreux etc.
Dean put in another six hours driving to reach the aire at Le Touquet mid-afternoon on the 20th, where we met a lovely chap in a camper van called Colin. The man and his girlfriend were from Swansea and had just renovated the Bedford van, with this being their first trip abroad. They’d visited Paris and were just making their way further along the coast, going where the wind took them.
We managed to get the earlier ferry at 12.35 in the afternoon, with a wee swell in the English Channel. I (Angela) am not the best traveller in the world so did feel a bit green around the gills for a while, even with my travel bands on. There is NO way we’ll ever do the Santander route!
Happily we arrived in good time so headed for Hereford, with Dean again putting in a good six hours driving. We received the most glorious welcome from the delightful Hazel & Allan, the couple managing the site who treated us to dinner and a lovely evening.
It is SO good to be back!