And this isn’t something that happens every day, is it? And it was so astonishing that it deserves to be reported.
As Caliburn and I roared up the steep winding hills around Clamecy in the early morning mist and rain, a French lorry actually pulled over into a lay-by to let us fly past. That has never happened before and it won’t ever happen again
I was right about the night though. It was most uncomfortable and I tossed and turned for practically all of it. I don’t think that I had much in the way of sleep at all.
It was probably well that I made an early start because I wasn’t going to be doing much else. And the coffee in the flask from yesterday was barely warm. That kind of thing won’t put me in the best of humours either.
On we shot to Brussels, and apart from our lorry-driver friend, the trip was fairly uneventful – that is, until I reached Charleroi.
I’m now in Brussels with a hiccupy Caliburn because, having been distracted for a few moments, I ended up putting a few litres of petrol into him by mistake in Charleroi before I realised.
It’s the ethanol-based fuel that has the yellow handle, not the diesel fuel in Belgium so I hope he won’t have too many ill effects.
Arriving at Marianne’s, I had a steaming mug of coffee thrust into my freezing cold mitt and that made me feel a lot better.
