Monaco or Bust… Day 15 & 16

They think it’s all over… it is now!

Or how to tell when too much rosé has been quaffed. Part 1

After an excellent afternoon and evening we retired to our motorhome parked on our hosts’ drive. Earlier Charlie had popped back to the van to grab me a sweatshirt as the evening cooled in advance of the rain, but didn’t mention anything amiss on his return. However as I got ready for bed, I went to clean my teeth, I could not find my toothbrush anywhere. It’s not as though there is space to lose stuff in. “Have you seen my toothbrush” I called out. “Mmmm yes” was the reply, “when I popped back to the van to grab sweatshirts, I had a wee and somehow managed to knock the toothbrush holder, your toothbrush came flying out, I juggled with it but dropped it and it went straight down the toilet”. Now for anyone who knows Charlie well, he is like a Ninja, he doesn’t bump or knock into things, never drops stuff and has reflexes of a cat, UNLESS he has drunk a vat of rosé, a couple of bottles of local cider,some Baileys and a large glass of Drambuie as a nightcap! So it’s going to be an interesting job to extract that from our chemical toilet system, hastening to add that I don’t want it back!

Part 2 Talking shite in the night….

Charlie was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow but I wrote my blog and chatted to the kids online. Olly currently in Indiana working at the Indy 500 and Izzy in Majorca on holiday. So it was coming up to 1 am when I was just about to turn off my iPad when suddenly Charlie wakes up, looks at me and starts talking about maps, directions and pointing at the duvet. Now usually this goes 2 ways, I go straight in with “You’re talking shite turn over and go back to sleep” and either he does, or he becomes more indignantly chatty! He went chatty, but this just means that there are words in his brain that come out of his mouth in no order whatsoever, that make any sense. After some pointed questions from me about the location of the map that he was supposedly stabbing at on the duvet with his finger and a lot of incoherent muttering, he finally said the map on his phone. “Where is your phone” I asked “Show me”. After much searching of the duvet, quite funny to watch, realisation dawned, I received a look that meant I was obviously the idiot in the room, and with that, he turned over and in a nanosecond was comatose again. REMEMBER KIDS ALCOHOL ROTS YOUR BRAIN! 😂

As usual I woke with a headache (Charlie has perfected the art of marital osmosis, he gets pissed, I get the hangover) with an added bonus of a pulled muscle in my back, so I’m walking like Mrs Overall! To clear heads we joined Ness and Graham on a dog walk around a local lake in the drizzle. On our return we said our goodbyes and started the first leg of the homeward journey.

We decided to head for the seaside town of Le Cretoy, which is almost directly opposite Hastings! Le Cretoy has a large municipal motorhome parking area with facilities next to the small harbour. For a very rainy May Day, by the time we arrived in the late afternoon, there must have been 50- 60 motorhomes parked up.

The best spots in the car park had this view, but we were not the early bird!

The town was a revelation, we only chose it so we could empty our waste, including the missing toothbrush before we headed for the tunnel. It has lots of lovely fish restaurants and off boat sales of fish and shellfish, a pretty promenade and beach area overlooking the Somme Basin, where kite surfers were taking advantage of the very windy weather. We were tempted to eat out but we had food that needed eating up, and although it was tempting to buy some fish or seafood to supplement our dinner, the very wet and windy weather meant we would be cooking inside for the first time this holiday! So a fishy smelling bedroom was not on the cards! Fajitas it would have to be!