The last few days in England were a bit of a challenge as the dizziness that landed me in hospital reared its head again. Not as bad, and not scarey, but a bit debilitating. Was determined not to miss anything but did have to go a bit slower and keep to walls and handles!
Mel drove back from Bath, and we arrived to the aroma of a lovely beef stew Paul had waiting. Dave was due home around 7.15 so just prior to that we all hid. Mel taped a notice and camera to the front door; she was in the 'man cave' ( a cupboard with coats, tools etc); Paul was under the huge beanbag in the lounge with the tv remote, changing channels; Amelia squeezed between the futon and airbed; Crys wriggled under Mel and Dave's bed; and having photographed everyone in their spots, I lay in the bath with a glass of wine. Heard Dave come in muttering 'nothing's ever easy'. Actually it wasn't hard to find us, and a fun way to start the evening.
The flooding was higher than before. Mel went for a run and ended up stranded in the middle of a huge roundabout, rescued by a truck driver and deposited safely on dry land. We did go for some walks and took quite dramatic photos. Very sobering.
Saturday we packed up and Mel and Dave drove us to Heathrow. We had checked in on-line, how simple it makes it!
The flight was uneventful, we collected our rental car at Marseille Airport, and headed north to Avignon. I sat in the back as I'm still not 100% which makes my thought processes slower. Amelia did a sterling job of navigating, Paul drove brilliantly, and we only got lost twice!
Arrived here at our little country gite about 7.15, very dark, so am looking forward to getting out and exploring today.
Bonjour France, le revoir est tres bon!
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