Well what a start to the year-- we had the most amazing time in New Zealand for 3 months, spending lots of lovely time with Emma and Jesse, and catching up with old friends and various boating friends around the country. Wok and Sam gave us a couple wonderful trips out to Great Barrier and Kawau Island, and also gave us the use of their apartment in Auckland as a base, which made such a difference.(especially with the amount of clothing we brought with us.)
So despite 2 weeks complusory quaratine in a hotel in Aucklansd, and various PCR tests in Sydney on the way home and in Chichester-- we got back to real life for a few weeks. Back to work for me into a very different enviroment with none of the 92 covid cases the unit had when I left in Feb, ( actually had forgotten that The Royal Free Hospital is a major liver specialised centre).
Max went back to the spraying jobs that had lined up while we were away. Trying to see friends was tricky as lock-down was still an issue.
FINALLY D Day;;; we thought we had filled all the necessary paperwork and with our negative PCR tests we drove to Dover.
Little bit of a hiccup with a very dour French customs man at Dover ππ when on the entry form, from the 12 boxes for reasoms to travel= we actually couldn't tick one because none really applied to us. The nearest one was that we had a secondary resisdence in France.
Despite feeling really clever because Max had got the Capatinerie of Beaziers Port to write an official letter for us---the customs man didn't like it. Have to admit he did'nt smile at all but with a big shake of his head and a sigh--he ticked the box for secondary residence saying at the same time that he could refuse us -- and we got through---PHEW it was close. Not sure the french are liking the English much at the moment.
The faithful Yaris loaded again but not that full as French Wine stores have all closed due to Brexit,Time to clean and take down the winter tent.
So hosing, scrubbing, taking frame down and packing up tent, backs aching and all in 4-5 hours.
Finally where Max wanted to be, after a nana nap and shower/shave he is enjoying his first cold beer of the holiday..
You can see the top of arch of the bridge at the end of the lock. Better not to take any chances but we could squeeze under with the glass up but a few inches either way would see our windshield crack. ---just not worth itπππThrough!!!! so now onto Sete - the place where we moor on a wall just on the entrance from the Etang, so not to have to go through under the rail and and road bridges into the main part of Sete maririme area. (PLUS its free- always a bonus). The local living there are very frindly or seem so to us each time we moor.
Oh, to be 'cruising' with you both again !!
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