Up to Arras

Once again, it’s past midnight and the suitcase is almost packed, lying nearby after I became distracted by bills which need paying and hotels which need booking. Jo is away already, arrived in Scotland after a mammoth journey, and I am kicking my heels across Europe until we meet again next weekend on the other side of the continent. Tomorrow is the first leg of the journey; a mere 8 hour bagatelle across France to within sneezing distance of the Channel, before an afternoon amongst the White Cliffs on the south coast of England and the rest of a two week tour.