Bye bye England, Bonjour la belle France!

Sorry no photo as I have forgotten to bring my camera in (dunce!) but have had a lovely week in Cornwall - partly prompted by an amount of work needed on the van and also the need for more supplies such as legal requirements for leaving the country (oops), food, you know, boring details. Saw a lot of Pete and was impressed by his extreme level of Cornish nationalism, culminating in a tirade against some imperialist pig infiltrators (Morris dancers crossing the "border" from Devon). Lots of coastal walks and early nights I'm afraid - the trip is certainly lacking in debauchery so far, partly due to the fact that as we are usually reliant on solar lighting, once that fails we have no choice but to go to bed immediately. We are getting the ferry to Roscoff tonight, and then pootling down the west coast of Brittany towards Rochefort-en-Terre, then heading for my parents' place at the weekend. I use the word "pootle" advisedly as we have real trouble getting up hills. And going down hills. And driving on the level. Enough of that, I'm sure I will moan on later, but Istanbul is looking less and less likely. And by the way Lindsay, you are the only one I know, so you don't have to use a dodgy prefix to your name in the comments! Love to all, Kate 'n' Will xxx