12.11 Day 57 . . . . And We’re Back

So we are back - bet you’ve not missed us!!
As work had finished yesterday and we had returned to East Grinstead, water and fed ourselves - we were up mega early this morning to get a cab to the airport.
The cab arrived early and we found ourselves at Gatwick North Terminal about half an hour later.
A short while later we unfortunately bumped into an odd couple - Mr and Mrs Hollywood, who had weirdly booked onto the same flight as us. As a gesture of good will we decided to stick with them and made our way through the airport to our flight. Whilst on the boarding jetty a comment was made about Mr H being the glue that held everything together to which I remarked ‘Yes he has always been a Pritt’ (as in Pritt Stick) but needs a letter changed - little did I know how many times this would get mentioned over the coming days. Take off was on time and arrival at Bordeaux was just over an hour later. After making a schoolboy error and taking a large bag with no wheels, I suffered in the Bordeaux sunshine lugging it to the car rental office.
Anyone that visits Bordeaux and hires a car should consider Enterprise - just to get the experience of ‘Ronaldo’ the agent who looked after us. Very proficient, happy to have a laugh about absolutely anything and happy to ‘on the spot’ upgrade our car hire option made him star of the day.
Off towards our place on the normal route out of Bordeaux, north and most of the way on the N10. A brief stop for coffee and a sandwich only. Within two hours we were pulling up outside and I loading suitcases for Mr & Mrs H.
We decided to give them the grand tour - all of five minutes, followed by a cup of British tea and then a chill for an hour or so.
Back out off to get supplies (from our now favourite SuperU) for the four of us for the next couple of days and to stock up on Rosé, primarily for
Mr H of course - and then back to ours.
Due to the fact that we were all completely knackered from the days early start and travels we decided to have a light snack type of evenings food washed down with a bottle of our Epernay champagne, which we had specially put in the fridge before leaving a couple weeks ago. To top off the evening we had the grand first lighting of the pellet burner - as we had not fired this up in anger since being here. All went well until it decided to shut down shortly after firing up. Re-started and fired up again . . . It shut down five minutes later. So we ended the evening, full, slightly warmed, knackered (especially Mr H who it had all become a little too much for - as the photos show) - knowing I had to sort the burner tomorrow so that it worked for the rest of Mr & Mrs H’s little stay . . . and of course for us longer term!Läs mer