Driving to the south of France for a weekend

We had booked our holiday, 12 days in Millau, in the Midi Pyrenees, it’s the most beautiful place in the world in my opinion. We had booked a tent, a posh tent really, on a camp site, it has beds, cooker, the whole lot. And the camp site we had been to many times before. There wasn’t much on the site but location was perfect. So was really looking forward to the holiday. 

Must of been about 3 weeks before we were going when kevs deputy at work fell ill, and was signed of for 2 weeks, Kev was getting worried, it was only him and her in the office, so he started to think up plan b. I’m the end, she was signed of for 6 weeks, Kev had to cancel the holiday. His firm was very good, and refunded the whole lot. The ferries, the camp site plus extra for inconvenience. 

We had always talked about moving to France and I thought this was the perfect opportunity for me to do it alone, if we had somewhere there I would have to do it anyway. So I decided to go it alone. We had done the journey many times, so I knew what to expect, plus we had just got delivery of a libre-tag which enabled me to drive through the French toll booths without stopping, so much easier when you by yourself and he steering wheel on the wrong side. 

Set of for Dover, all good, and they managed to get me on the ferry that was just leaving so I was ahead of time. The most boring part of the journey is from Calais to Paris, cause you not quite half way there, you are waiting to get Paris over and done with and it’s just a boring route. Paris was easy, I drove about an extra hour and decideded to pull into one of the picnic areas for a rest, it was about 3am at this point, now try sleeping in a 2 door, 2 seater MG, eventually I must of passed out as I woke about 7am. The rest of the journey down south was great, so after 700 miles door to door I was at the site. 

Got there about 11am, had a kip, then went to the supermarket to get some bits in, it was strange not being with Kev, as I kept point things out to him and he wasn’t there, I think if I went somewhere we never been before it would of been ok, but in June all the flowers are out and it’s so pretty. 

The next day I went out a few places, all the places we had been before, but I was too shy to eat or drink anywhere, I just ate back at the tent, even got a McDonald’s takeaway to bring back. but I knew I wouldn’t last the 12 days, I was so bored. And I was also dreading the drive home,

Monday morning I woke about 7.30 and decided I was going home, I was ready for the journey, so I packed up the car, cleaned the tent, said goodbye to the owners who even gave me a refund on the stay, and set off, I text Kev saying I was coming home and keep him updated on the journey. 9 major roadworks to Paris! Paris then took 3 hours to get through, then 3 sets of road works from Paris to Calais. 

At Calais I managed to change my ticket for the next ferry, which was now 11pm. All fine. Then at Dover, I got stopped at customs. Where have you been? Well duh! Yeah France. She was a right cow, then she checked everything, I was here for an hour. 

It takes about 3.5 hours from Dover to home, not this time, it took 5. Roadworks! Then I was about 30 mins from home when there was a road closure. I lost it, I phoned Kev in the early hours, to ask him to pick me and the car up from lyndhurst, incomeletly lost he plot, I couldn’t turn around due to the road closures. He calmed me down and told me he direction to go. And I was home within 25 minutes, 

It took me about 3 days to recover from that journey, 1400 miles and about 2 days in the car for 2 full days in the south of France. I’m glad I done it, just to say don’t ever do it again. 

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