A very long day for the Ark.

   Yesterday was the day we were due to pick up Kerry, our daughter, from the Bordeaux airport. She was due to arrive at 11am so we set out in good time at 830. Despite a few mist patches, we were making good progress and had covered more than half the journey, when we received an alarming phone call from Kerry. Her flight had been cancelled, would we stop and await news. We accordingly pulled off the road and found a very pleasant aire to drink coffee and run the dogs, one of the few good memories of this stressful day. Kerry eventually called back she was diverted via Paris, and wouldn't be arriving at Bordeaux until 1730! Poor girl, she had got up at some unearthly hour to catch her direct flight and now this...
  We continued our route but decided to stop for lunch and after trying to find a resto for some time off the Bordeaux periferique , we stopped at a Brit Hotel . They served us an excellent lunch, the second compensation of the day. The dogs, we had fortunately thought to bring with us, could be left in the shade, round the back.
   We went on to the airport , parking in their expensive car park, and had to while away the afternoon until 1730. We found the flight from Charles de Gaule arrived in the main terminal , rather than the Billi, as the budget airlines do but luckily, the flight was on time, even five minutes early. We had a touching reunion with Kerry, whom we hadn't seen for some time, as this is her first visit to Mort Limouzin.
  We set out for home, a journey which should take some three hours or les but now came the final straw--the N10 was blocked by an accident and we were stationary for what seemed like hours creeping slowly forward a few yards at a time. By the time we arrived at the scene, and could proceed following the directions of a helpful Gendarme, some hours had passed and we arrived home exhausted at 1130! What a day....

   Bye for now, even thinking of this is wearing me out and Mrs Noah and daughter are having a sieste.