Tuesday 30 October
Sipperfeld, Germany – Guignicourt, France.
As Tom and I returned to the caravan this morning after a quick walk I heard this conversation coming from the shower: ‘What on earth are you trying to do to yourself, Leigh?’
‘I had no idea how steep those roads were, do you think I would go out running if I had? I’m not stupid’
I soon realised it was Leigh looking at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The first statement was what her Mum would have said to her, if she had witnessed the state was in on returning from her run. Leigh was merely imitating her Mum and then replying as only Leigh would. Yelp!
Once she had recovered, showered and breakfasted we set off for Reims – which should have been a short hop. The weather was cool at around 5 degrees, although the northerly wind was becoming quite fierce. As we progressed the temperature dropped to three, then two, then zero degrees and it began to rain. About forty kilometres from Reims the rain turned to a mix of sleet and snow. As is usual my humans decided to ditch the plan and travel on toward what they hoped would be better weather, closer to the coast.
Getting a little bored of all this travelling with few stops (due to the time of year and few sites being open) I amused myself by picking at my feet, licking Leigh’s feet and generally dozing.
Leigh found the motorway art quite amusing along the A4; circular discs, spheres, triangles, squares and cubes are dotted along here. Firstly you see a group of one of the shapes then another and eventually they become mixed up so that you may see a triangle next to a square or a cube next to a sphere. It would be fun to guess what is coming next (if you are curious minded like Leigh and me).
We eventually arrived at a small campsite which we’ve stayed on before (according to Tom, but Leigh had no recollection of the site). It’s a small site on the edge of town and adjacent to a river. Fortunately the weather had improved. The temperature had risen back up to around four degrees and it was dry meaning we could take a walk around town and then along what appeared to be a disused railway track. Reaching the town’s cemetery we were all impressed with the neatness and orderliness of the graves (some were rather splendid) and I loved the avenue of trees which had been treated to some uniform topiary. They made for a spectacular sight.
Woofs, Martha x