- .....A year on, and my brother's offer of a sail/drive Easter holiday
to France is still
nerve-janglingly clear and starkly emblazoned 'never again'.
My two girls hate travelling further than the local MacDonalds so I had hoped Disneyland would be a sweetener. Not on your nellie! Tension and backache became my travelling companions.
To Sheffield, where we met my brother and abandoned my mother who warned 'she had never felt so bad'.
Northwards, as we approached France via Hull and a night-long ferry to Rotterdam. Biting winds forced us indoors to the crowded, fume-filled cabin. But not to sleep. The nearby deck door, constantly slammed by merry trippers, precluded sleep. One daughter got dressed at
3 a.m having heard some joker yell 'breakfast' as he retired for the night.
Onwards, as the weather did a seasonal reversal, we wore everything we had and still shivered our way through Belgium to the World War I graves at Beaumont Hamel. Topical, but not a great hit with the girls.
Disneyland, that plastic paradise induced a three-day migraine. It snowed during the Grand Parade.
.....However, the return ferry was roasting and crowded with other families, who slowly lost their tempers - wonderful!