The Long Road Home

All good things must come to an end and after 6 months of basking in Portuguese sunshine, it was time for Euro-auto to return home to Jersey and go under the hammer. Estoi, was looking most pinnacle on the morning of departure.

I headed North, up past Lisbon and the delicate roadside snow sprinkles.

Winter wonderland was soon to be replaced by low visibility fog, nothing but grey and the occasional kamikaze Spaniard on some kind of F1 death wish mission.

After three or four hours of fog, the clouds finally broke and majestic Northern Spain provided visuals.

The pedal was put the metal and the drive to Saint Malo was completed in a new record of just under 18 hours with no stops apart from the occasional need to fill up with petrol.
I arrived massively ahead of schedule and was not allowed on the ferry early since being Christmas period everything was chockablock. Time to check out France’s most visited tourist destination, Mont St Michel.

Mont St Michel absolutely lives up to its reputation, artic temperatures were not very welcome but a return visit would be kosher.

Be careful on the beach, this ‘hood has the fastest tide in the world.

There are two things that are really annoying about France. Only two. First off, none of the public telephones accept coins, you have to buy a card, which is fine, if you live in France, but when you only want to make one call and there is nowhere open that sells the cards it can get a little frustrating. 100% annoying is the scarcity of petrol stations, especially on the run-up to Saint Malo. It must be an inside joke. If you look closely at the petrol gauge on the car, it says that I have 0 miles left of petrol in the tank, 2.5kms to go until Saint Malo. The last petrol station I passed I still had ¼ of a tank.

Well, we made it anyway. Here is the old part of St Malo, time to get on the boat and head for Jersey!