Nearly there. We are so near we can almost see Disneyland from our window.
We started the day with a huge breakfast, following which we immediately went back to bed, where we stayed until the ferry finally chugged into the dock and tannoy voices started making persuasive noises to encourage us to disembark and go away.
There was a thick fog, and an inexplicable sign saying Welcome To Yorkshire, but the road markings made us drive on the other side of the road and so we deduced that we really were in France anyway, and had not just slept the clock round and finished up back at the beginning.
We were tremendously excited. We played I-Spy again, which is a family favourite with everybody except me, but of course no matter how I try not to get involved I can’t help myself. Something beginning with B was a favourite, at least until we were out of the docks.
The day’s objective was to reach an hotel just outside Disneyland, so that tomorrow we can arrive bright and early, rather then appearing late and tired and sticky, and then spending half a day doing things that make us feel sick.
When the sun came out we stopped to try out our new mobile kitchen, which I can tell you worked brilliantly. We made ourselves a plastic jug of red chai and drank it in the sunshine, which was so warm and lovely that I got a burned nose in the time that it took to drink a plastic mug of tea, so I am confident of Vitamin D intake today at least. I am also bright pink, in the true way of Englishwomen abroad.
The sun is beyond wonderful. When we finally arrived here we went for a swim in the pool, where we played the Shark Game until everybody else started to look disapproving, and then wandered off for a walk down by the lake, after which we came back to our room and all settled down for a sleep on our bed, which is massive.
The children have got bunk beds for the night, but obviously daytime is different. In any case it came to an abrupt end when Oliver started tickling people’s feet and Mark’s snoring became a bit intense, in the end it turned into a brawl, as these things do.
The hotel is surrounded by cherry trees, and their white blossom is out. The smell is absolutely glorious, and I was instantly transported back to our own French house, which also had an enormous cherry tree in the garden. Oliver and I wandered out on to the balcony as the sun was setting and breathed in their beautiful fragrance, and felt pleased to be alive.
We drank wine and ate too much and played table football and pool, at which we are all rubbish except possibly Oliver, who may have a splendid career as a hustler in front of him if he can’t manage to do well at school, and then it turned into bedtime.
At the time of writing I can’t get this online, and so will try again tomorrow, it appears to be a problem with the French internet. This does not surprise me, I have lived in France and am accustomed to unexpected malfunctions. With any luck our Disney hotel will be better.
See you then…
