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What’s the best way of getting there? Is it a boat, is a train, is it a plane? If I was Superman I could just don a red cloak and fly there. I am a man, and I’m super but I’ve not yet managed to combine the two.
It’s very inconvenient having the English Channel between us and our snail-eating, beret-wearing, garlic-smelling neighbours. Mind you, Willie the Conk crossed without difficulty in 1066, and it must be a lot easier now.
Let’s look at the options.
One, the boat. It takes about a hundred minutes to float across. On the plus side, there’s a bar and cafe on board. However, it tends to bob up and down a bit so you need pack a sick bag or two just in case.
Two, the train. Somehow it travels under the water. I used it once, but I was disappointed not to see any fish or mermaids along the way. It’s very quick, but it’s quite pricey.
Three, the plane. I hate airports. All that security malarke. I always set the alarm off when I go through that frame thing. Then I get stroked and felt in the most intimate of places. Ooh, no.
Before you suggest it, I’m not swimming across. I fear stepping in puddles so there’s no way I’m putting on my mankini and jumping in!
You know what? I don’t think I’ll bother. I’ll just buy a baguette, some brie, a bottle of Chateau Plonk and watch La Miserable!
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Thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E.Ayr for hosting The Unicorn Challenge.
Perfect solution
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The easy way out!
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Now I have an indelible image of you eating brie (my favorite) and sipping a pinot while wearing a beret and a mankini! Ooh la la! 👨🏻🎨
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Ooh dear dear! Not a pretty sight!
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I love it. I hate the Detroit Windsor tunnel and the bridge is way out of my way. But needs must in order to see family.
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…and then you have to do it all over again on your way back home!
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Yes, there is that. Thanks for the reminder.
Denise Hammond
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Oh Keith, you had me laughing at the airport situation you decribed.
Love your skill at counting .. un der twar…LOL. Great story.
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I can count in Italian too – you-know, doo-oh, tree!
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LOL…Your imagination is spectacular…Thanks for the laughs Keith.
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‘a baguette, some brie, a bottle of Chateau Plonk’. So do they all cost more since Brexit? 😉
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They do here, but from where I live it’s easy to do a booze run over to Calais!
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Ooh la la, Kees, you are so, ‘ow you say, boring.
Venez en France, ‘ave some fun, maybe some comment va ton père!
And don’t call Rosey La Miserable!
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Okay, if you insist, but you won’t get me drinking from a bottle of Rosey, more of a rouge buveur meself!
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All the options seem tedious. Staying at home and celebrating sounds better.
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I’m pleased you agree, Sadje!
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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Oh to have foreign countries and adventures so close that it becomes a ho hum experience. Your world-weary narrator is a lucky man. Fun story but it made me wish I could just jump on a train and be in Europe. 😕
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Living on the UK’s south coast means I can pop across to France for lunch, do a bit of food and drink shopping and nip back again in the evening!
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Oh, envy, envy. 😢
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Oh my gosh, you’ve done it again–I can hardly breathe for laughing so hard!! You’re really too much–and that’s a very good thing! (I may have to bookmark this one for days of drear) Vee, the sometimes Superwoman (but no cute costume)
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Vee, thanks for your lovely comment, I’m looking forward to watching you fly past, you don’t need a cute costume!
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Even your comments crack me up! I doubt I could manage a serious conversation with you, if we ever met…you’d have to offer me a glass of water, thinking I might be choking to death. And I can’t visualize myself flying by…too much weight would likely result in a free-fall.
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Hi Keith – stop dreaming perhaps … but yes – easier to stay put – glad we had the opportunity to pop backwards and forwards at whim. Cheers Hilary
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We are fortunate, and I’m not really a stay-puter, I’ve got the itchiest feet imaginable!
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Your story made me laugh, Keith your descriptions…
That perfect carmudgeon – I want to give him a good talking to! 😉
Fortunately all your travel photos suggest that will never be you!
Good story though.
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He certainly is! I love boats, trains and planes as you’ve clearly noticed, and so should he! Thanks so much, Jenne.
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We took the ferry and when the fire alarm went off (fire in the kitchen), well, talk about excitement!
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Oh no!
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