Return to the Shire

"We'll always have Laon..."

  It was dark by the time we finally reached Laon. Strangely, we both felt an enormous sense of homecoming as we approached the now-familiar towers of the cathedral (although we were still in France), having driven into the town twice now on this trip (and having had such an emotional time there with the lost passport... ).

Blowout

After having breakfast in Beaune we got packed up and got back onto the road. We had just got out of the centre when I felt that the car did not feel quite right. Parth was driving and I insisted that he stop so that we could check around the car. We had a look at the tyres and the exhaust pipe but didn’t see anything out of order so we set off again.