We woke on our final morning to the sound of the seagulls and the bells of the church next door. We went down to breakfast but it was the most disappointing of all. We had a cup of weak coffee which had been stood around and a stale croissant with a carton of jam to spread inside. After breakfast we paid and set off for the ‘Chunnel’. We drove all the way on the motorway passing through fields upon fields. We arrived and parked up outside the terminal and popped inside for a comfort break, as we thought we had plenty of time but instead when we looked up at the screens our train was boarding. We jumped back into the car and sped off to customs. When the officer asked where we had been I replied “France”. At that point he thought I was being funny so I had to explain that we had been travelling all over France and it would take me too long to list all the places we had visited. He laughed and let us continue..
Journey back on the train was uneventful which was good and then we found ourselves back on the UK motorways having to battle the lorries and other mad driving. Why can’t our roads be like the French.
This brought our 2010 holiday to France to a close.
THE END
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