Belgium!

We are on our way!

We left Cheam, Surrey, UK at approximately 8.30pm, Thursday. I think it is now Friday. It must be. On the right is a photo of us leaving, praying we will see home again!

We caught an earlier Eurotunnel train than we were booked onto, and so we consider ourselves well ahead of schedule.

Mark found us a copy of Magnetic Scrabble, as you can see. Two games in, and cheating is already rife! I could tell you how many points the word ‘Belgium’ would be if thusly positioned, but as it is a staged pictoral reference to life in the van I shan’t bother.

For Belgium is where we are! Yes, after arriving in France we did the only British thing and decided to get out sharpish. 37 miles later and we find ourselves in the land of Hercules Poirot and posh chocolate.

As the scrabble board indicates, we are uncertain of the local time. It is a funny little thing to realise that, having arrived during the night, on the rather anonymous large vehicles carriages of the Eurotunnel that in fact, given BST and downright ignorance we don’t know what time it is. At the moment in England it is around 3am. By the time we get to a campsite tomorrow lunchtime, we should be in Germany, via the Netherlands.

As I write, we have stopped and plan to get a couple of hour’s kip (seeing as we are so ahead of schedule) and so I will sign
off now – I will leave you with a view from father’s cockpit. (That’s a GPS on the left, and a rear-view camera on the right. Hardcore get-away-from-it-all-camping this ain’t!)