We spent a relaxing time in Chipping Camden on our way back down to the coast. We took gorgeous walks in the country, chatted with the locals in the pub and shopped which I liked quite a bit. (Strangest thing, the place is awash with sheep and not much yarn to be had. Believe me, B looked.)Then it was off again to Dover to go to France in the tunnel. They have a very nice playground for us at the departure point (see the photo below) and a good thing because a pallet fell off a lorry in the morning, the next train hit it, the next had to stop and clean it up and all subsequent trains – our included- were very much delayed. But we arrived in Paris in time for a lovely evening at the local brasserie where I have become a regular.