Cloud streets as far as the eye could see. We set off from Gloucestershire to Dover and although the forecast we had seen for the UK was rubbish, the sky was epic. Cloudstreets from Swindon all the way to Dover. Shame it was so windy, or we would have been tempted to make an unscheduled stop.

We got to France and drove most of the night, getting thwarted by the Paris authorities (as usual) who closed the motorway and diverted us round the inner ring road. I swore all the way round it.