Nearly there.

Approaching Calais I am always struck by the spaciousness of France. The joy of driving on French autoroutes was soon exchanged for a ten minute queue to get through the Blackwall tunnel.

It was a brilliant trip with great support from both daughters and families. Plus the wonderful hospitality of Frank and Nono at Chalet Nono when I was in Montriond. 

Home now and enjoying a tasty roast chicken leg and thigh I bought in a butchers before leaving Rouen. Washed down with a glass of rosé from the  Ile de Ré.

Perhaps a model for next year?