Thursday, 7 November 2024

Sunday 3rd November 2024

On the road. Again.

After the heavy night on Saturday, I slept poorly, but helped with Cleo laying beside me most of it.

A dull grey day, and one that will be spent, mostly, driving to Amiens.

Again.

We have coffee.

We have breakfast.

And more coffee.

Then get dressed.

I edit shots, then pack. While Jools cooks dinners for her this week.

Cats sleep on.

In order to get to the hotel before it got too late, we have dinner at midday, then I try to book passage through the tunnel.

waiting The credit card bonked. Then the website went a bit crazy, so I decided to leave anyway and pay at the barriers once I got to the tunnel.

Boarding I load the car, say goodbye to Jools, and drive to Dover, then along the A20 to Folkestone, taking the back entrance to the terminal, wait in line to buy ticket, then through the UK border, but was then hooked for an explosives check by customs, which added twenty minutes.

A five minute wait for the train to load, and lucky me I was first on, so I got a shot looking down the length of the train, with a line of cars behind me.

Three hundred and eight I get my phone to play the commentary from the Spurs v Villa game, which amazingly works too when the train moves and goes under the ocean.

If that isn't the future then I don't know what is.

35 minutes later we emerge into the French countryside, and after a couple of minutes waiting, we drive off the train, me first, onto the ramp, then round and onto the motorway, heading west to St Omer.

It was misty, but not enough to make traffic slow down. I take my time, cruising through the rolling countryside. Once through the tolls, the second half of the game kicks off, and Spurs go crazy, scoring four without reply.

The sun sets, and the sky to the west, in which direction I'm heading, is a riot of pastel colours, which silhouetted a line of our turbines, all stationary in the still air.

I turn off and over a couple of roundabouts, and into an industrial estate, where at the back is a low rent value hotel, part of a chain.

I park, check in and have an OK room on the ground floor. Its not luxury, but it'll do.

Work tomorrow.

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