While sitting in the Round Place yesterday making our little plan for today, Richard and Julie stumbled upon us. Since there was an entire back seat spare in our car which was a Micra rather than a micro, although some might argue after traveling for a day in the very same back seat that the two words are interchangeable, we invited them along for today’s adventure. George and Karen as it turned out when we arrived back at the Port were mid-hire but lacking inspiration, so before we knew it we had the makings of a little Aussie convoy.
In a most undemocratic way, we told the others that we were intending to drive on random country roads, have lunch in Luxembourg, which I neatly marked on the map with an “X” for the benefit of anyone that couldn’t read, followed by an ice cream in Saarburg not terribly far over the German border but in a wending up and down through the grapevines sort of a way, and then and hopefully return on the motorway, happy and not too terribly tired.
As it turned out, it was one of those perfect road trips. The kind where everything turns out the way the brochure’s imply it might and there’s nothing to write home about afterwards, except perhaps for the storm that hit us less than twenty minutes from home, but who wants to hear about that?