Wait in line

Today felt like the longest day on the longest road ever. I'm not sure I want to spend much time in a car again for a while.

We left Lyon early, as I wanted to try and visit my great-uncle's grave near Albert. But the day was so wet and dismal that we didn't detour to it but instead pushed on to Calais, managed to get on a ferry and then drove home from there, arriving around 10 p.m.

We just took what we needed that night out of the car, and crawled into bed.