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Roscoff is 40 minutes away and we have until 15:00 to be there so there is no rush this morning. Before we leave Ali visits the cidre shop and buys cidre and biscuits.
The N12 is almost deserted as we head west before we see what has signalled the end of all our French holidays; the artichoke fields of Finistere. We drive into St Pol de Leon to fill up with fuel. It's €1.27 (about £1.08) as opposed to £1.36 at home. Leaving St Pol we stop and buy some onions and artichokes to take home and some sandwiches which we take to the aire at Roscoff where we parked to get sorted out 4 weeks ago.
We watch the estuary turn from emerald water to sand in less than an hour, before heading up the hill and making the final turn into the terminal. As usual, neither of us speaks as we head down and join the short queue of vehicles already waiting.
Our revised ticket is all there and done and arrangements are made for us to park by the lift. We are the last but one vehicle to drive down the ramp, off French soil and into the gloom of the car deck. We are placed straddling two lanes giving ample room to use our lift and a crew member brings one of the ship's wheelchairs so we don't need to unload ours. Any reservations we had about using the ferry with the motor home are well and truly settled. Brittany Ferries your staff and organisation are brilliant.
We come up from the garage and go out on deck, and within a few minutes lines are cast off and we are sailing.
A la prochaine, as they say in France - until next time.
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The ferry docks in Plymouth at 21:30 and we arrive home at 23:30
27 nights, 2500 miles, a million memories.
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dicamus I assume you are now planning your next escape?
Ali Oh yes thinking about Tuscany in September!