We’ve said it before, but it’s worth saying again.
Europe is not a tiny place, it’s quite a large place which is comprised of a large number of small countries with a few more sizeable ones thrown in to fill out the map.
Therefore, despite our standing order for a small car at the car rental shop, all the better to deal with roads and lanes built at a time when horses were apparently quite skinny, when faced with a few thousand kilometres of motorway travel, we were not unhappy at the car hire place, to be offered a rather large “upgrade” complete with all the bells and whistles that promise to make long distance motoring a joy.
The trouble was that by the time we’d worked out which bell was attached to which whistle, how to programme the navigation system, and indeed how to turn off the front facing camera so we could actually see the navigation system (apparently looking out of the windscreen is no longer a "thing"), it was almost lunchtime.
No problem, we could just drive around the block and duck into the supermarket a few hundred metres back down the road we thought.
The first turn right however took us onto the motorway, and we were off, no time for lunch, barely time for a roadside snack and a wee somewhere along the way!
Which is how, barely four hours later we came to be relaxing in the saloon of Tiara, having a quiet little catch up with Ron and Robin, in what would have been the shadow of the Town Hall in Long, if the sun hadn’t gone down while we weren’t watching.
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