I'm knackered mate. So very fucking tired. That's an apt gif you've included.
Up at 4 wednesday to get some ladt work done. Picked my girl up from her mums then started getting the car packed.
Set off from home at 12:30 got into our hotel at Dover at midnight due to being diverted through London and the Blackwall tunnel with the Dartford crossing closed.
That included and hours total fucking about going into Doncaster to withdraw cash and euros when we realised my girl hadn't put my bank card back in my wallet after nipping to get us lunch before we left!! I'm confident I'll be able to pay with my phone but needed some back up money for peace of mind.
Roads in france are ace. Basically no traffic at all from calais until about 20km outside Paris.
Campsite is nice. Very welcome rain arrived to cool us just after getting the tent up.
Darren from Sunderland over the way gave me an ice cold can of kronenboug while we toiled in the sun and I'll never forget that beer.
Pizza last night was good.
Dutch everywhere with their prettiness, athletic body shapes and orange. Which is great.
Still work to do this morning but flags are up.