Now that the Autumn is here in England and the nights are drawing in I thought I would cheer you all up and tell you about my holiday in France.
The night before we went while Mum & Dad were packing upstairs an envelope dropped through the door, so I decided to take it in the back garden and open it. Turns out that it was a birthday card and voucher for mum (whose birthday it was the first Saturday that we were away) - it was from Stuart & Kathy, luckily for me I didn't chew the voucher!
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| Please don't make any assumptions about me, just because the dog on the card has been beheaded! |
Now I'm a dog that likes his sleep, so therefore I did not appreciate being woken up in the middle of the night and chucked in the back of the car - why couldn't they wait until the morning?
I was about to learn so much about travel and the different ways that you can do it. We were going to France which is across the English Channel, so I assumed that we would get a boat as I had seen them at Felixstowe, but no we were going under the sea!
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| Euro tunnel, the first place that I have ever been to with a dogie playground - what a load of bollocks! |
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| On board Le Shuttle, a train full of cars, coaches and lorries - Unbelievably they've excavated a twenty six mile long rail tunnel under the sea, why? Aren't there enough boats |
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| Here we are on the way to Paris. all very confusing, the French don't speak English and they drive on the wrong side of the road! |
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| We drove to Paris and around The Peripherique - it's a ring road! Dad pointed the Eiffel Tower out to me - big deal |
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| Another difference is that they don't do miles, they have Kilometres, imagine driving everywhere at 130 MPH! Also how am I meant to understand what that says? |
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| This is the hotel that we stayed in on the way down. It was near Limoge 680 km from Calais |
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| We made it down to Quillan in the South of France the next afternoon, about 1090 km from Calais. Imagine my shock when I found out that I've got another home! |
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| Thought I'd help myself to some French dog biscuits |
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| How strange a "Spar" in France |
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| We went up to the mountain to Puivert so that I could have a swim in the lake there, only to discover that Chiens (that's me) aren't allowed in. |
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| That's Quillan from the Col Du Portel |
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| It worked out well in the end as I went swimming in the River Aude near to where my Grandad had his allotment |
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| My first good look around town! |
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| Perhaps all the travelling was worth it after all, I'm down at the Aude again |
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| And in I go |
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| I'm lovin' it |
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| Even the old man joined in! |
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| Make that "Aude" man! |
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| Wednesday is Market day in Quillan |
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| This bloke sells fresh fish, literally - you pick them out and he kills them by hitting them on the back of the head! Imagine that in England |
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| "Hey dad, he looks like Peter Sutcliffe" |
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| I want to jump in |
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| A view of Quillan from the Chateau |
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| Another look at the river |
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| The train station - I never saw a train |
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| Up to my old tricks! |
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| Sorry, I just can't help myself... |
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| ...but it is good fun |
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| Time for another swim, this time at Saint-Martin-Lys |
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| How much is that dogie in the window? |
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| A surprise visit from grandad Ken & grandma Mary, they flew in from Dublin. This travel malarky is clever -aeroplanes, whatever next? |
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| Mum's birthday picnic by the river, the French like a picnic |
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| Espéraza Market, that Paella smells good, I could easily have that over! |
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| I'd settle for a piece of that bread |
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| As if putting up with the grand parents wasn't hard enough, bloody Sam turned up which meant late boozy nights and listening to a load of shite! |
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| Mind you I did go swimming again |
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| I just love that river, I'd be in it all day long if it was up to me |
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| Sam was only in Quillan for two nights, flew back home the same day as grandad & grandma |
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| Our last day in Quillan... |
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| ...which meant a trip to the local vet to get treated for worms and ticks before being allowed back in to the UK |
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| Just about time for one last swim |
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| A sneaky beer on the porch |
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| The French magazine ici Paris is a tacky gossip magazine, they're having a go at our Royal Familysaying that George is not Williams son, while Camilla says they are terrible accusations! It doesn't bother me because I know that dad is not really my dad and that the frogs are jealous because they got rid of their monarchy - load of Bastilles in my opinion!! |
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| That cat doesn't scare me |
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| One last glass of Blanquette |
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| Lunch break on the way to Vierzon |
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| Few bobs worth there |
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| Mmmm lunch smells good |
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| He better save me some |
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| This is Massey where we stayed on the way home |
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| We had that barn conversion, it was quite cool |
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| Vierzon |
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| I was tempted to jump in |
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| How come their allowed in? |
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| Here we are back in Calais and ready to get the shuttle back to England |
Well I had a really good time in France, plenty of swimming and I also picked up a bit of the lingo along the way. The biggest shock for me was that they speak a different language over there - although it was quite funny watching mum & dad trying to communicate at times!
Now I bet you want to know if dogs bark in a different language, well I know the answer but I'm not telling!! Au revoir pour savoir - woofié woof woo.
