Drove on up through France past Chartres, Rouen and on to a campsite near Abbeville. It is situated in the grounds of an old deserted house with lots of trees and Nissan huts. Three children were busy sweeping up the Autumn leaves when we arrived and they swiftly called “Maman” on the intercom. A couple more Brits arrived as we were having a walk around the place – probably all making their way up to the ferries. It is much cooler now; we’ve been in long trousers for a few days but today, for the first time, trainers have replaced sandals. I don’t like to think how cold it might be up in the north of England.
Cooked ourselves a couple of nice steaks with onions and fried potatoes in the evening – our last night in France and in the van.
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