Blog 32 / December
It is good
to go away, but it is great to get home having had a fantastic few days in new
environments and vistas. We set off in
the camper with HOSS for a quick road trip to the UK and decided to fit a bit
of tourism in on the way to the tunnel in Calais. I searched for aire de campingcar, on-line so we could spend the night somewhere
on our way and I came across aire de campingcar funiculaire Le Treport.
With a location name like Funiculaire we just had to investigate and were not disappointed.
This 1920 railway was built to take the rich and famous staying in the hotel on
the cliff top down into town. The grand
Hotel was blown up by les Almands in
1942 but the funiculaire was simply abandoned until the 50s and was finally
restored to modern transport in the 90s. It is totally free to use, you can
take your dog with you, and if I lived in Treport I would use it everyday
As you come
out of the tunnel with is the view you get, and I would never tire of it. I
decided that I would move there and become a fisherman’s wife and mend nets,
but Mike had other ideas and going up
and down the funiculaire was not on his list of must do’s for the rest of his
life.
I have a
huge interest in public art and this frieze tucked away in the oldest part of
the town commemorating the site where houses were washed away in a storm got me
jumping for my camera. The picture of
the funiculaire showed the grand Hotel on the cliff and the history and purpose
is there as big as you like on a wall and I for one was grateful that someone
had the skill, and want, to paint it for us all to enjoy
Our channel tunnel train was at 1:22 in the morning and we went for a walk around the empty and middle of the night mode terminal only to discovered quite what we are capable of when tired and hungry and this picture is proof that we were not ourselves that night…..or perhaps in our 60th year we are just finding out how much naughty we can get away with and have a laugh at the same time. We were also the last to go through the boutique where we both read that litre bottles of Gin were only 21 Euro for 2 so we grabbed our booty and rushed to the till, but there we realised our mistake. It actually read 21 euro each, 2 for 38 Euro and we just left the cashier holding our booty as we marched out having had a close shave with overpriced Gin……so called duty free …….
We visited
friends John and Linda at the sea side and ticked the second box of things we
don’t find easily in France and ate steak pie, it was fantastic. We then drove up to Bracknell to party at Mim
and Dicks with family from Belgium staying in the UK. We did a
face to face at the Bank which was pointless, boring and unsatisfactory and then, a shopping spree list as long as your
arm to make a start on. In Bracknell we were amazed to see a building
we watched being built, being dismantled.
You can see here the little Red Lion pub lost in the shadows of high
rise modern office space. Mike and I reminisced about the pints of bitter and
packets of crisps we had shared during our courting years in Bracknell and how
imposing this little pub was at the bottom of the high street, that is now,
lost in the planning officers guide to
how to make an old town new.
It was soon time to break camp from Mim and Dick’s drive, and thank you both for your hospitality, best aire in Bracknell. We then hit the, to -do list with a vengeance. We bought carpet so we can decorate our spare room and a ton of clothing because it is giveaway pricing compared to France. We arrived in the UK on Black Friday and took advantage and found that black ticket and black anything goes over the weekend allowed us to pick up a huge amount of bargains that we will not need to pay top euro for back home. HOSS sadly had to share his palatial camper space with a rolled up bit of carpet and was tolerant and a very good boy despite having to stop overnight in an aire on the motorway on the way home from Calais. When we arrived in Brevands he blew a huge sigh of relief
I have a
huge interest in public art and this frieze tucked away in the oldest part of
the town commemorating the site where houses were washed away in a storm got me
jumping for my camera. The picture of
the funiculaire showed the grand Hotel on the cliff and the history and purpose
is there as big as you like on a wall and I for one was grateful that someone
had the skill, and want, to paint it for us all to enjoyOur channel tunnel train was at 1:22 in the morning and we went for a walk around the empty and middle of the night mode terminal only to discovered quite what we are capable of when tired and hungry and this picture is proof that we were not ourselves that night…..or perhaps in our 60th year we are just finding out how much naughty we can get away with and have a laugh at the same time. We were also the last to go through the boutique where we both read that litre bottles of Gin were only 21 Euro for 2 so we grabbed our booty and rushed to the till, but there we realised our mistake. It actually read 21 euro each, 2 for 38 Euro and we just left the cashier holding our booty as we marched out having had a close shave with overpriced Gin……so called duty free …….
An overnight
stop on Chris and Sam’s drive and our first tick in the box for things we just
don’t find easily in France,……a Chinese takeaway …there is actually nothing
like it in our bit of France and sharing it with our children is a real bonus.
Sam and Chris have a new puppy and we were delighted to make his acquaintance and
hope that Harry will make it to France one day to enjoy ….HOSS country
We visited
friends John and Linda at the sea side and ticked the second box of things we
don’t find easily in France and ate steak pie, it was fantastic. We then drove up to Bracknell to party at Mim
and Dicks with family from Belgium staying in the UK. We did a
face to face at the Bank which was pointless, boring and unsatisfactory and then, a shopping spree list as long as your
arm to make a start on. In Bracknell we were amazed to see a building
we watched being built, being dismantled.
You can see here the little Red Lion pub lost in the shadows of high
rise modern office space. Mike and I reminisced about the pints of bitter and
packets of crisps we had shared during our courting years in Bracknell and how
imposing this little pub was at the bottom of the high street, that is now,
lost in the planning officers guide to
how to make an old town new.
And
there we were, witnessing the complete dismantling of what was the pride and gold
award of Bracknell’s new look all those years ago ….and we remember that moment,
but hope that the planning officers will think well and hard so that Bracknell
can have her heart back and be a good community and not just a shopping experience
for all, but the people who live there
It was soon time to break camp from Mim and Dick’s drive, and thank you both for your hospitality, best aire in Bracknell. We then hit the, to -do list with a vengeance. We bought carpet so we can decorate our spare room and a ton of clothing because it is giveaway pricing compared to France. We arrived in the UK on Black Friday and took advantage and found that black ticket and black anything goes over the weekend allowed us to pick up a huge amount of bargains that we will not need to pay top euro for back home. HOSS sadly had to share his palatial camper space with a rolled up bit of carpet and was tolerant and a very good boy despite having to stop overnight in an aire on the motorway on the way home from Calais. When we arrived in Brevands he blew a huge sigh of relief
……dog owners ! …who’d ‘ave em…woof woof.
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