Today should have been the day. It is going to be a day of would have , could have and should have again. We would have been waking up on the park and ride , paid our fee to exit and driven the M2 down to the tunnel . We should have been sitting in the car park at EuroTunnel . Perhaps we would have been put on an earlier train . We always hope we will be lucky. We ought to have been listening to the dulcit tones of John Humphreys and his french counterpart delivering the safety messages . My watch would have been put on one hour . So the walk has been done this morning . It is now 9.45. It is raining . It is the 1st May and we are going nowhere soon . It is 10.45 in La Belle France . At 8.20 our train would have started her journey under the English Channel . 35 minutes later at 8.55 GMT and 9.55 French time we would be pulling into Calais ready to set off on our holidays . The road off the train would be familiar . Along the side of the train
lines . Would we see migrants ? Apparently many are still making their way across the Channel taking advantage of our lockdowns. Border patrols still pick them up . It would be right turn and past the allotments. I can drive that drive in my head . We have done it so many times in the past .
I have tried not to think about the holiday too much . I cannot help it though . We always have a holiday in April or May. This year there will be no photobook to remind us of our 2020 holiday and now all we have to look forward to is a summer where hopefully things will get back to normal in time for our September jaunt . The last few days have included a delivery of a work PC, setting it up and waiting for the call from the technical department to sort out security and access . Keeping in touch phones and Telekits . I feel a sense of loss as I can work from home now once I am set work however because I have already booked a months holiday I am expected to take the holiday even
though I won't be going any further than our back yard . 80 hours of leave will be lost . It makes not going on holiday feel even worse .
The walk today was uninspiring . Honestly you might as well stay in bed and not bother joining me and my thoughts . I left early because we were expecting a delivery . The highlight of the day 1 bag of cement , some sand and gravel and 100 concrete common bricks . I wanted to get back before the delivery to help out moving them. Anything to stop me thinking of Belgian roads and what I was missing . We didnt have far to go before the rain started . Just a gentle shower . Just enough to dampen my coat and my enthusiasm. It would have been easy to turn around and walk home . However , as always something catches my eye and stops me in my tracks . A rainbow . I stop and admire its beauty . A swish behind me is a runner . I never saw him coming . I only heard him as he ran past me . I may as well have not been there for all he noticed . My plan was to walk around the estate again but this time in the opposite direction . Down the old path to the main road . I saw too many people . I did not particular feel sociable today of all days . Although I did manage a brief conversation about the brilliant low sun with a young woman walking her dog . Everyone else were too far in front of me to bother me . The spring flowers are putting a show on again . Even in the middle of the estate the pink campion are stunning . The Jack by the Hedge peeks through . More and more signs thanking the NHS are popping up. Home made rainbows coloured in by the children ., Thankyou NHS written on cards and strewn along a hedge . I wondered how many came out last night to clap. Certainly our road are still coming out in force . Not the lady in her PJ's though . No sign of her last night . Car horns though now accompanied the clapping .
10.05 our time . 11.05 French time . By now we would be pulling up into an aire . One of those wonderful places the French do particularly well . Perhaps had we got out of France the stopping place would have been less salubrious. No-one does an aire like the French . If we were still in France we would have picked one without a petrol station and boutique . One with just picnic benches and trees sheltering it from the road . The gas would have put on in Gabby. The kettle would be singing away . The first pot of coffee made in France . We would have smiled to each other and said "We have arrived " and the adventure would have started .
Apologies to anyone wanting an uplifting photograph. Today I let my sense of humour run riot as I walked .
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