Time to go

In a manner that wouldn't surprise those who know me, but might surprise those who know my wife, we both independently decided that sitting around in the house for 24 hours after it was empty was not an attractive way to finish our life in Scotland. So we changed our ferry booking to the Saturday, instead of Sunday, and with 3 hours to go before we had to check in, started madly cleaning the house. Some of our good friends turned up to help, and when it was time to leave, we drove out of Cellardyke with J, J, and S, still wiping down and mopping up. [words cannot express...] We caught the ferry in time, and, unlike the last time we took this ferry together when returning from a French hospital, the sea was flat for the 17 hour duration.



We arrived in Zeebrugge at about noon, and discovered the delights of the run to Grenoble: 130kph speed limits (almost 90mph), 50 euro tolls, 9 hours driving, 2 overheating episodes (it transpires that our car is not longer equipped for driving at 90mph in >30degC heat, as the radiatior fins appear to have disintegrated for the most part) and a cat who finally settled down and stopped trying to exit the moving vehicle.