St Malo

The trip down from Hull to Portsmouth was unremarkable save to say that it is not a good idea to hit the M25 at 4:30 on a Friday afternoon with the ferry to St Malo to catch at 8pm. However we made it with a bit of time to spare even if the driver added a few more grey hairs to his head.

The journey from St Malo to Nantes was quick and also unremarkable, save for the huge tail back outside Nantes. The French are off on their summer holidays and there was the added complication of cyclists heading for the Semaine week on the outskirts.

Having picked up our dossiers at the 'Permanence' we spent an inordinate time trying to find our hotel which was was hidden in a little side street which we missed on several occasions. Thank goodness we weren't trying it find it in the dark.

But we are here, unpacked, showered, and about to go out and explore the Semaine village.
I will have to brush up on my schoolgirl French, it has become very rusty since last year.
Oh and I have to get a password for the WiFi......... And it is a mixture of 8 numbers and letters for the 'Utiisateur' and another 8 different ones for the 'Mot de Passé.
Oh dear, I'm beginning to get stressed again.