All the way since Toulouse the VW camper had been playing up and little did we know that it was the engines water pump that was causing the problems. Every hour or so we'd have to pull over and top up the water level, so we did sort of 'limp into Dunquerque. There was Excitement at their first boat trip across the sea to England and of course setting foot on Blighty for the first time and little knowledge of the fact that the engine was now lacking power, and that we may not get to London, it was touch and go.
The shipping lane was busy that evening as we sat on the stern deck, we felt understandably chilly for the first time on the trip. Such was the excitement on seeing the white cliffs, that when trying to quickly get into a position to have a snap with the cliffs in the background, Gus took a spectacular tumble, sliding into the railing and getting to his feet in one motion. We drove straight to London, rather cautiously, passing Canterbury with a faint glimpse of the Cathderal and the signs to Bishopsbourne. I felt a rush of nostalgia after all the times we'd had down in that neck of the woods while Paul had lived there for so long.
Andrew drove straight to Point Hill above Greenwhich Villge for us to see London at night. It was beautiful, Canary wharf to the Shard, and evening a fireworks display somewhere in the far off distance. Walking back to the car we saw a fox, so close! It had been a stressful day, especially for Andrew, not knowing if we'd make it without the help of RAC breakdown services, but we'd made it to 11a Shooters Hill Rd, Blackheath, a great little pad!
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Location:Shooters Hill Rd,,United Kingdom
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