This year, for the first time for ages, we decided to spend Christmas at Plymstock with our daughter Alyson and her family, rather than at Lille in northern France with Cecile and her large extended family. We felt sad at not seeing our friends in Lille and will miss them. However, the lure of a new great- grand daughter and to see Alyson again proved too strong!
Mind you, recent health problems with me left the destination in doubt up to very recently, I secretly feared spending the festive season in Niort Hospital, but I am pleased to say that things are going better and this blog is being written at St. Brieuc on our way to the ferry port. All being well, we should be crossing to Plymouth tomorrow afternoon. Unfortunately, my stroke means I am not allowed to drive until re-assessed, so poor Kim has had to take the wheel for the drive, which she has done with great skill. We left Mort Limousin only half an hour behind schedule at ten thirty, despite an unscheduled washing of the bathroom floor, when the handle of a plastic bucket of water broke off in Kim's hand, inundating the room.....she valiantly drove us here arriving at four thirty. We are now going to find our evening meal at the nearby Buffalo Grill.
Bye for now from the travelling Ark!
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