I was struck by how much difference there was in road noise on French motorways. Usually, I have been over there in a saloon car, aircon on, windows shut....so shielded from noise. However, as it was hot today and had the roof down, the French motorway was a much quieter ride than the M20. You could actually talk to each other in France, whereas on the M20 you had to bellow your lungs out and gesticulate ("Bandits, 12 o'clock......heat shields up). There is also so much more room. When you consider France has pretty much the same population as us, but with a much larger area, roads are not crowded (excepting South of France during the French holidays, or the Paris ring road)
My favourite route is Calais to Boulogne to the old town for lunch, then down to the small village of Camiers on the D940. There is a lovely beach at St Cecile Plage, the war cemetery designed by Lutyens at Etaples just down the road and a great view from the hills above Camiers towards the sea.
I go 4 or 5 times a year to pay homage to family. My Dad was born there and my Grandfather married my Grandmother there after the great war (not necessarilly in that order!) I am always struck by how much more relaxed driving is there........save for the Renault 5, or Citroen Dyanne that is always on your tail, no matter what speed you are going.....even up hill!
Got my favourite vittals from the Intermarche......saucisson, fromage, beurre doux, 2ft long butter cake (mmmmmmmmm!) jars of peas/carrots (nice than it sounds and best eaten straight from the fridge, believe me) and jars of apple pulp to eat with plain yoghurt.
Now back home, watching crap on telly, but with a large glass of a very pleasant St Emillion in hand.
Bonnet de douche!
My favourite route is Calais to Boulogne to the old town for lunch, then down to the small village of Camiers on the D940. There is a lovely beach at St Cecile Plage, the war cemetery designed by Lutyens at Etaples just down the road and a great view from the hills above Camiers towards the sea.
I go 4 or 5 times a year to pay homage to family. My Dad was born there and my Grandfather married my Grandmother there after the great war (not necessarilly in that order!) I am always struck by how much more relaxed driving is there........save for the Renault 5, or Citroen Dyanne that is always on your tail, no matter what speed you are going.....even up hill!
Got my favourite vittals from the Intermarche......saucisson, fromage, beurre doux, 2ft long butter cake (mmmmmmmmm!) jars of peas/carrots (nice than it sounds and best eaten straight from the fridge, believe me) and jars of apple pulp to eat with plain yoghurt.
Now back home, watching crap on telly, but with a large glass of a very pleasant St Emillion in hand.
Bonnet de douche!