We played a quick April Fool prank on a friend (who shall remain nameless) and then loaded up the van, said our final farewells to the neighbours and set off with heavy hearts. The sky was obviously fantastic until the border, but 100km into France it started to rain. As we got closer to Millau there was hail, so we didn’t even stop. By the time we got to the Auvergne region the sun was shining, so we picked a town at random and got off the motorway for a break. The town we had chosen was St Flour, which is perched on a rock. Ironically, the ‘rock’ is made of basalt, so we got a sense of home as we wandered around looking at the houses perched on the edge of a cliff made of columns.

After that it was a long slog to Abbeville, where we arrived at 2.30am to sleep in the front seats of the van in a motorway service station.

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