The Airbnb we’re staying in is amazing. Three floors with very scary stairs – I was told to stay on the first floor. There’s a lovely stained glass window in, what seems to have originally been the back wall. Now it’s between the main room and the kitchen. Given the cathedral is directly opposite the house, may explain it.
We arrived just after 15:30, met Valerie, the cleaner and unpacked before John parked the car. We had a few hours before Lorna and Darren were due so we sat around eating cheese and baguette.
We’d stocked up at the biggest supermarket I’ve ever seen – an Auchen. Apparently Lorna loves the place and a visit by her will make up a bit of this holiday.
Mind you, we almost didn’t make it. The euro tunnel was having coniptions. Though, according to the app and the big display boards, everything was fine. As we saw our designated train vanish, we realised things were not working quite how they should.
An hour late, we boarded the train and headed for France.
Having complained on Twitter, I had a response from someone called Jamie who said we should watch the boards. Except the boards claimed there wasn’t a problem. I suspect Jamie was a fool. Or a bot. Or both.
Having eaten lots of cheese and drunk lots of beer, we headed for the bra place for a lovely dinner. It’s actually called Les 3 Caves Restaurant but there are lots of bras hanging from the ceiling so, obviously, we call it the bra place.
Anthea asked the guy in charge what it was all about. He said something about a breast cancer clinic, which was a sobering thought.
We were sat next to Dave and Judy, an English couple. They’d been married for 50 years and often popped over to St Omer. Bef0re they retired, he was an engineer and she was a social worker. We had a great chat. Dave was one of the first people to go through the channel tunnel. He also worked in IT for a while, so we chatted away about similar experiences.
Eventually, Lorna and Darren turned up and a lot of jollity ensued. Of course, they wanted to watch the world Cup while John and I headed back to the house.
Reunited at the house, after the full time whistle, we all sat and drank into the long night.
A great first weasel day.
