An Historical Weekend
For some reason Mr Ryan Air has decided that flights landing at Poitiers Baird should be moved to the middle of the night (with the now standard delay added on). I was going to pick up our four month old granddaughter (she wasn't travelling alone, her parents were visiting too). It was to be her first time on French soil and we were very excited. A cot had been erected, nappies from Aldi (size 3) purchased and a large Tupperware container was ready to act as a makeshift sterilizer. The first part of our airport run is cross-country and having done the route so many times it has become second nature, but driving at night was a different matter. I found myself creeping along at 60km trying to avoid all the wildlife that decided to commit hari-kiri when my car passed by; a fat ragondin just outside Gourgé hurled himself towards the front tyre (luckily my ninja driving skills kicked in and I managed to dodge the big fella), there was also what looked like a pine marten jogging alongsid...