Back to the Continent

My time was up. It was goodbye to the rain and slugs and back to the epicurian delights of the continent.

From London I made my way south to Dover and followed the coast westwards to Newhaven and the ferry to Dieppe.

Once across the channel, it was blue skies and flat tyres all the way back to Paris where I was meeting my parents. My tyres were bald, I had destroyed yet another set of brakes and there were 7 different types of mould growing on my gear but at least there were no more slugs.....only garlic snails!