The day to ride home. Once again it was Shuttle-One returning together.
The rest of the Meldrews were going to scatter. One group going to Oradour sur Glane (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oradour-sur-Glane_massacre) and the U-boat pens at Lorient. Another going solo to Normandy and others to the east.
We had a leisurely breakfast and then said our goodbyes and set off. Firstly for petrol as we all needed some and then to Corbie.
There we had a quick stop to place a Somme 100 poppy cross on the grave of William Devall who was killed on July 16th a hundred years ago.
From there we had a cross country journey towards Arras. The rain came and we had to stop so I could get my waterproofs on and effectively they never came off until I was on the Shuttle.
We were in need of a break and it may not have been my greatest decision to take us into Arras on a Saturday afternoon.
We had enough time for a coffee and then away again as time seemed to disappear.
We headed for the A26 and headed north. Always chasing the clock and it seemed even with a petrol stop in Calais for David and Ken that we were in good time.... until we saw the queues at the check-in and beyond at the border controls.
In the end it was every man for himself. Once checked in we headed towards the front of the first queue to join some other bikes. Through French passport and then UK Border Agency.
In the end the train we caught with a group from the Goldwing club was about 30 minutes after scheduled. Ken was about half an hour later and similarly David.
Why? Who knows?
The trip was over when we quickly changed and Pepe went into the garage and we went to pick Reggie up from the kennel.