25 Nov 2013 by Olga Brighton
I am no longer a good traveller when it comes to the sea. Keen to cement the ties of a significantly depleted family, my cousin and I embarked on a trip to her house in French village. We had unfortunately chosen the day when the super storm created havoc in the English Channel!
Eventually, after our morning boat had been cancelled and a tree from her garden had fallen and completely blocked the road where she lives, we caught the overnight Newhaven to Dieppe crossing, only to arrive in Dieppe at 4.20 am and then be faced with a 350 mile journey down to the Vendee. As this followed a crossing where any attempts at movement around the boat had left me looking like the drunken sailor and any hopes of sleep were dashed by the events of the previous twelve hours, we were not on the best of form!
Despite our difficult journey and a catalogue of challenges on our arrival, all of which seemed infinitely worse prior to a good night's sleep, our visit was pleasant and worthwhile. French village life even in late October has its charms with log fires and aperitifs around kitchen tables and when you speak the language locals are quick to respond.
Everything added colour and interest to this brief return visit down memory lane after an interlude of many years.