Ardres to Doullens

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Day 3 and legs are dead. Michael (lets crack on) Cooke is setting the pace. Paul & Colin are plotting revenge at the back. Lovely countryside but still very windy. Lots of wind farms along the way - never a good sign. First near death experience as a speeding French lady pulled out without looking but Cookie managed to stop - good job he got his breaks serviced before he left. No more accom booked and a friendly native has just told us Doullens does not have any hotels. Hmm ...

Found a basic hotel & headed into the night - the only ones out! After pizzas we had to ask for a bar to unlock & let us in. Barcelona v Real Madrid was on the tele & Tony, a fantastic host & the champion pool player, challenged the newcomers to a game. Colin rose to the challenge & beat him!

Only had a tiny room - small double & single so we spoofed for the single. Colin won so Paul & Michael had the pleasure of each others company. Pauls snoring was fully on form as always.

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