Europe, the Final Frontier.
These are the voyages of the Flying-Brick ‘Gnome’. A camping-car on caffeine....
Chapter 7: Winter is Still Coming.
The future was certainly looking more and more apocryphal. We were heading into winter both literally and metaphorically. The signs were all around us.
Somehow, roads littered with dead leaves are so much more alluring that roads littered with dead people.
Despite all this depth of despondency, we had a crossing booked on the Eurostar, and we were going to use it, even if it meant turning straight back to escape the oncoming lockdown, confinement and doom combined.
With Wales locking down, would we still be able to see our loved ones? If the Elf has not received her results would we be able to see the Bristol contingent? If England was to shutdown could we escape its evil clutches? If artichoke wine is a thing would my stomach seek psychiatric help?
Some of these questions may or may not be answered in future chapters of - Gnome-Trek....
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