I wake up, and its still raining- well at least I won’t need to stop to put my waterproofs on!
It is about as grey and wet as it can get! But I decide to persevere with the route that I had planned in the hope that the weather will clear. It doesn’t for a good couple of hours!
It definitely feels like someone somewhere is trying to test my passion for motorbiking on this trip. There have been so many problems: difficulty getting my motorail ticket; Sue’s accident and broken collar bone;the bike breaking down twice; rain. I actually haven’t had one day of riding where either the bike didn’t start or it didnt rain!
But even now riding along in the pouring rain, I’m still enjoying the actual riding and thats what its all about-the passion is still there.
Eventually the rain does stop , so i’m able to stop and take photo of this lovely old windmill Moulin de Déheries.
Just before arras, I have to stop again as I’m having problems with my contact lenses-big problems as I actually cant see anything! Luckily there is a layby and I pull over. my left eye lens falls back in place , but when I take out my right lense it has folded over and stuck to itself! Not good and as its very windy it is quite tricky to put a new one in, but I manage it.
I’m just sorting myself out when a car pulls in behind me and this lovely french guy , Paul,gets out. He has stopped to check I’m ok.
We stand and chat for a while-like us bikers do!- He has a Tiger 800 too and hopes to go touring on it. We swap phone numbers and I tell him he is more than welcome to come and stsay with me if he ever makes it across to UK. I also tell him about this blog-so Paul if you are reading this “Thank you for stopping”.
A little further on and I stop at Vis-en-Artois War Cemetry at Harcourt to pay my respects and give thanks to those who sacrificied their lives and are buried here.
As I walk through the rows and rows of white gravestones, tears fill my eyes- so many, so young and many only ‘known unto God’ – with the tune and words of Green Fields of France ringing in my ears.
Stopping here definitely puts all the problems I have had on this holiday into perspective. I am thankful for all my blessings and how lucky I am to even be able to come on holidays such as this.
Its getting near lunch time and I decide to head to Montreuil in search of a great French lunch. There are lots of pretty houses in the Old Town.
And some that have seen better days!
I park my bike in the cobbled town square. I spot this menu which looks good, but have a wander round to see what else is on offer. Nothing else looks as good so I head back to this restaurent-sitting inside as it is quite chilly.
At last , the type of meal I have been waiting for!. The rillette are fishy, and Travers de Veau turns out to be ribs, which are delicious and sticky.And for pudding, well if you know me you’ll know I love a Cafe gourmand and this one didn’t disappoint.
Happily full its back on the bike.
I decide to abandon my curvy route and just get to Eurotunnel by the main motorway as quick as I can in the hope I can catch an earlier train.
Security has been stepped up because of recent incidents, so there are quite long queues.
But I’m soon through and manage to get on an earlier crossing. although not sure if I joined the right carriage as I’m put in with the tall vehicles!
I spot a notice saying you can now access Wifi whilst in the tunnel so take a selfie and post in onto Facebook whilst under the English Channel!
The journey back from Folkestone is uneventful and I’m home in just over an hour.
Unfortunately, I don’t have a record of my mileage for this trip because all my trip logs were reset by the garages, but its certainly not as many miles as I would have hoped!
I’m happy this holiday is over and even happier that I am lucky enough to have another one planned at the end of August. Watch this space!