Final (and only one like this) mystic sky
After a day of rain, I was shocked to take a peek out of our round window and catch an eyeful of this startling sky.
That was probably the last restful thing I did, as less than twenty four hours later, Sylvia and her occupants have travelled 500 miles to Rennes in France. We're obviously exceptionally relieved to have survived. There were gazillions of trucks on the motorways and these were no problem. It was the few naughty niggling weaving cutting-up little French cars (always little ones) which were an absolute nightmare and a danger to life (many lives). Phew - got that off my chest (which I'm lucky to have intact).
Sylvia surging onwards
Past lines and lines of synchronised trucks. There was none of the 'let's hold the cars up overtaking' that you get going up hills on the A38 in Devon.
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