Saturday, 18 August 2012

Liques - Pas de Calais


Thursday 31st May

To our final stop before home. We’ve stayed here before as it’s only an hour from the ferry or tunnel. It’s a nice friendly, family run site. Excellent clean facilities, small swimming pool and a bar/restaurant with a limited but adequate menu. The majority of campers are Brits, on the way out and fresh from the ferry, or stopping off on the way home. We met a couple who’d witnessed our shame last year when we got stuck in the mud and had to be towed out by the tractor! It’s relaxing to be able to converse fluently with people, but it really signifies the end of the hols.

Pommiers des Trois Pays
273 Rue du Breuil
Liques 62850

There are lots of baby birds here: blackbirds, thrushes, chaffinches and sparrows. They’re very tame and some of them were coming into the awning after food.

Friday 1st June

A huge motorhome moved off today. It was humungous – about the size of a double decker bus at least. It took much farting about to get it off the pitch and then they hitched up a little car to the back. I dread to think how much diesel it gobbles. Even Kim, champion of all things large, thought it was OTT! We were speculating about what they did/had done to afford such a thing. Drug runners? Porn stars? They certainly didn’t look like porn stars but you never know.

Managed to swap some books at Reception and picked up a couple I’d been after for a while. Great relief as I was running out of reading material.

Saturday 2nd June

Last night in France. We spent the day sorting out the caravan and getting ready for departure. We had dinner in the little restaurant on site. It was fine and not expensive.

Sunday 3rd June

Arrived early for the ferry so we had to sit around for a bit but it was OK, we had books to read. They lowered a ramp from an upper level – I couldn’t believe how steep it was and felt sure it would be for cars only, but no, they were sending caravans up. Shit a brick! Kim put his foot down and went but the car hated it and started flashing red lights. I don’t want to do that again. It was the ferry from Zeebrugge to Hull in case you want to avoid it. The one from Hull to Rotterdam was OK.

Monday 4th June

Home with a car full of wine and dirty laundry.


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