Rucksack packed, ready for the off……………………..
People have been sending me the most lovely messages wishing me well (thank you all, so much). Won’t I feel a proper charlie if I get to Paris and something daft happens and the whole thing gets aborted. That’s probably coming from the fact that I was going to do this 10 years ago with my niece (and write a blog called ‘Travels with my Niece’ – !! – you might have to be as old as me to get that one) and had to pull out at the 11th hour because I got sick. Last night was for luxuriating in the bath, today, deep breath, rucksack on, and off I go……………..
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