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Wednesday 2nd April Dover to Le Touquet

Early start sees us managing to catch an earlier Eurotunnel than planned, so we decide to get a zoom on in the hope of finding somewhere nice to park up for our first lunch of the trip. We manage to get out of Calais in sub ten minutes (somewhat better than the 6 hours it took us last time!) and are immediately pootling down the coast road. Weather is scorching and not 20 mins out of Calais we are paddling in a turquoise sea under an azure sky with the dogs tearing round like maniacs. Norman pet seems to love France – his first look at the sea?? Moo is actually grinning, which those of you from the Cap will know is an unusual sight indeed.  Sand between the toes and coffee brewing, everybody very very happy.

On we pootle and arrive in Le Touquet. According to Noush’s step mother Le Touquet has the most Ozone anywhere in the world and is tremendously good for you. This is of course is why we feel so fabulous, nothing to do with the local bar at all. In fact we feel so fabulous that we even manage to brazen out our beers being sent flying by a classic ‘dog lead meets table’ incident. Twice. People lovely, Le Touquet super cool. Norman Pet and Moo in total disgrace. Once again everybody very happy.

We stay in Le Touquet for two nights, getting to know Valerie and trying to teach Norm the etiquette of Camping. Major fail. He insists on breaking free at every opportunity and introducing himself to everybody. Last seen following someone else’s dog into someone else’s van. Eek. The frayed end of his lead reveals the problem, one end attached to the tree, the other end a frayed mangled slobbery mess. Is there nothing that dog will not eat?? Norm’s 3 words “ I win again!”….ours: “We’re so sorry”. Sigh. Moo VERY happy at this point – he knows he’s quids in teacher’s pet. Love le Touquet, just go there, it’s ace, but on we must go.


Oddly as we leave we could swear that we saw Milky in the campsite car park… the spookiness continues as the radio display flashes up the word ‘Milky’ just as we exit the campsite… what on earth? What does it mean??? Someone at the Cap please buy him a pint. The man is omnipresent… is he God?

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