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| On the ferry, happy to be leaving England! |
25th Nov: My birthday and our leaving day. Wake up to an awesome present. Charlie's car, our way out, has failed its MOT miserably and is WAY too expensive to repair. Shit, what a massive anticlimax. Que 6 days of limbo, desperately searching for a way out.
2nd Dec: Finally leave Guildford to meet John, a man off the internet offering me a lift, at the dogging hotspot just off the M25... bodes well? Managed to get all my gear in his van. Picked Charlie up at the next junction. Find out that John (whilst not a sleazy internet rapist) is a transfer driver like us. This plus an easy drive left us with an ETA of 4am rather than the 8am we planned. Couldn't get hold of Liam, our place to stay. Texted Luke, knowing he was in resort already. The hero answered and let us in at 3:30am. Heavenly kip on the spare bed, especially as the alternative was a night in the cold.
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| What we woke up to... how I'd missed it |
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