We got the bus to Bourton-on-the-Water, an attractive and picturesque Cotswold town, which just happens to have a motor museum.
Mini hedge find
Dedicated petrol heads may be better off at Gaydon up the road, which has lots more cars, but this place is in a nice setting and is as much a social history and advertising experience as a motor museum.
The place is full of enamel advertising signs, most of it motoring related, but lots of other stuff as well.
Not only are the floors and walls full, we didn’t even see the Raleigh Chopper dangling from the rafters until after looking at the photo.
Just to top things off, here is a farmyard animal:
Another nice thing about this place is that it is not a regiment of exhibits like most motor museums – there are no ropes keeping you away from the items. There were also plenty of volunteers around willing to answer any questions. A return visit is a must to take in all the things we missed.
Tuesday is market day in Moreton in Marsh so we went for a look. Not a bad market. We got a trucker’s UK road atlas for £3 and a lovely pork pie. No photos of the pork pie as we scoffed it. The road atlas includes CCC campsites and CLs and some other sites as well.
This stall was a painful return to reality after five weeks in France:
Get your long johns for winter
Unfortunately for the traders, there was no cash available. There are three hole-in-the-wall machines here. The one outside Tesco has been out of action for days, the one by the post office was out of service, and the one at Lloyds bank was working, but had run out of money.
No cash here – or anywhere
Back to Moreton in Marsh, where we were almost exactly a year ago. Probably heading home after here.
The A429 out of Henley was a bit rubbish with its potholes and surfaces. Much better after Oxford. Weather cold and wet. Nothing more to post about.
Rubbish weather. It has poured with rain all day, Might as well be Thames-on-Henley, it is that wet. No point in going into town with a brolly as the roads are flooded and we would get drenched by spray.
The M20 is still one of the worst roads in the country, which they have made even worse by adding three lots of roadworks between Folkestone and Maidstone. Why bother? It will just be a big lorry park after brexit. Idiots. To catch up on the fun, the M25, which already had an appalling surface, is now even worse, These roads need to be fixed, but no, let’s instead spend billions on “smart” motorways. Somebody is making a lot of money out of this and we wonder who?
Anyway, here we are in Henley-on-Thames at midnight, still pouring with rain, out of here tomorrow.
Could be worse, at least we have:
Things could be worse
Got the bus to Hythe. Got off at the Red Lion but getting off at the next stop would have taken us to the light railway. We will know next time. Hythe is ok, a few antique shops, more than a few charity shops, and reasonable pavement eating culture. There is the Royal Military Canal, built to keep Napoleon I out, but the French never came, so a bit of a waste really.
Royal Military Canal
More seagulls here, this one clearly fancied our chips. However, good manners prevailed and it adopted a look but don’t touch attitude. Unlike the Cornish variety.
Poliite Hythe seagull
The end. For our next return trip we will no longer be EU citizens, which is seriously depressing.
A couple of houses in Folkestone:
This chap is much better behaved than his Cornish cousins
A bit choppy today and the place is much less busy.
A bit choppy
Tunnel booked for tomorrow followed by a couple of days in Folkestone.
Back to Wimereux to see out the end of this trip.
Sat-nav misbehaved a bit again, going on some strange roads and getting lost in Boulougne-sur-Mer.
The last campsite (Camping La Pinède ) was a bit rubbish. It had nice big pitches but was not at all geared up for low season. It was also plagued by ladybird type creatures with wings. Although in theory in walking distance of Etaples, the walk was far to dangerous due to the fact the pavement has been designated a cycle path, and it wasn’t long before one of the selfish morons tried to take us out. Walk aborted, staying alive is better than nursing wheelmarks over our backs.
Camping l’Olympic is looking very manicured now. The hedges have all been cut back making it a lot easier to park, and the wi-fi seems to available at the pitches (for a fee). Well done Wimereux. The place also seems to be going upmarket with property prices going through the roof. Twenty five thousand euros for a garage to park your car in?
Wimereux – October – still buzzing but the sun is shining
Here is the full trip:
The campsite at Boiry-Notre-Dame is very pleasant, but in low season there is not enough to do to stay for more than a night. Grandfather’s brother died at the battle of Arras, at La Chapelle de Feuchy. We had not noticed that this campsite is very close to this place. We previously tried and failed to find great uncle Charles, but now with a bit of help from Google maps, here is his grave at the cemetery in Tilloy-lès-Mofflaines.
Great Uncle Charles
He was not alone – what a waste
Anyway, here is today’s trek:
Another long drive north to get within striking distance of home.
Boiry-Notre-Dame is a nice enough place but with absolutely nothing to do. The campsite has shut down for the season but is still accepting guests, who are sitting around in their winter woolies staring into space and telling their dogs to stop barking at strangers.
Oh how sweet… 🤮