The next morning, in the pouring rain, we had time to pop into Calais Caravannes to see if the had any grey fridge vent covers (they didn't) but we did buy a new table. Then off to the tunnel and finding ourselves despairing at the huge fences and barren land created to keep the immigrants at bay.
Finally, we were on the train and homeward bound, stopping at the weighbridge en-route to check our weight (we were still under, despites boxes and boxes of wine).
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