A Field Somewhere Near Dover
And so the adventure begins…
And what a fine day it’s been, with everything going according to plan. A roughly six-and-a-bit-hour drive has brought us south to a little CL (Certified Location) somewhere less than only 20 minutes away from the Port of Dover, where we will – all being well – hope to be catching a ferry across the channel to France, in the morning.
As ‘CL’s go, this one is a corker. It’s a small field designed to hold no more than 5 caravans/motorhomes, with a tap and chemical disposal area tucked away under some trees. Only, as with the best of its kind, we are the only van on site, which means we have it all to ourselves… all of which gives it something of a ‘wild camping’ vibe… all for just a tenner, which makes me like it even more.
The weather was so glorious on our arrival, we were able to eat dinner outside, although as evening approached, the midges started coming out in droves, making a fast retreat to the inside of the van necessary. Two horses occupying the field next to us have midge nets strapped to their heads, so I’m guessing the midges haven’t only come out on our account.
With sunset fast approaching, I took the opportunity of filming and photographing the horses and the setting sun, and grabbing some banging shots of Drago in a field. Because we love him.
It’s going to be an early start in the morning. Despite being close to the port, it is important that we arrive in plenty of time; we have to be there one hour before embarkation commences, but we also have to allow plenty of time (up to another hour, worse case scenario) to be processed at Border Control. New EU regulations mean providing biometric data in the form of fingerprints and facial photos, and answering a handful of questions. That said, I should already be on the system, having tutored a painting holiday in Spain just a couple of weeks ago, which theoretically means that I should pass through quicker than Tracey, who has yet to undergo the process… we shall see.
France here we come…
