Day 9
It may have taken 9 days, but today the kids slept late for the first time. This, despite the local church bells having some kind of auditory seizure at seven o'clock.
We were heading home. Some of you may be relieved by that, but we weren't. It had been a great holiday. The new van, Trevor, has proved to be a formidable troll. The kids were impeccably behaved, except when they weren't, and the weather had been within human tolerances. You couldn't ask for more.
To stretch out our return journey we stopped in Camon...
...with its Abbey...
...hidden behind a fortified wall...
....where we met some fellow motor-homers...
...and had our final meal...
...before punishing those two habitual criminals...
So we finally dropped the two wildlings at their home to torment their parents instead.
A sad ending?
Not really...
Bravo magnifique reportage !! Et heureuse d'avoir pu contribuer à ces superbes vacances ! ( et aujourd'hui pas besoin de traduction j'ai tout compris !!)
ReplyDeleteBienvenue chez vous après ce super périple ! Et merci de nous avoir permis de le vivre avec vous grâce à ces chouettes reportages ! Bises ! 😉
ReplyDeleteGreat blog as always, glad you all had a great time. Xx
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