Saturday night and the lights are low / Looking out for a place to go... Well, Abba almost got it right but, inexplicably, they weren't thinking about our expedition to France and Belgium when they composed Dancing Queen and so the first word has always been "Friday". The copious documentation to which the parents have contributed has been compiled into a tome the size of which would make Charles Dickens weep with envy by the unflappable Amanda Chapman, all the passports have been accounted for and it only remains for the group to assemble tomorrow morning at Sherborne station and the trip can begin.
We set off at 7.38, change at Salisbury and our Eurostar sets off at 13.20 - a little later than we'd originally planned but the fire in the tunnel has disrupted the schedule slightly. We'll arrive in Lille just after 4.00 pm and should be in our accommodation within 30 minutes. The broad outline of the next three days is: Monday - trip to Paris, led by Mr Weston, Tuesday - visit to Brussels, under my guidance, Wednesday - tour of the World War I battlefields in the vicinity of Ypres with Mr Waldron. Thursday - a last look at Lille and home. A varied programme, therefore, and one that crams as much as is humanly possible into each day. We've also given some (there are those who might contend "a great deal") of thought to our meals: a fair sample of delights is on offer, including both French (steak-frites) and Belgian (moules-frites) cuisine, as well as the much-loved reminder of the French involvement in North Africa: cous-cous.
The next posting will be from France tomorrow but that's it for tonight. En voiture tout le monde, attention au départ!
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