By the time we arrived in Antibes, everything was starting to drag and we were very tired.
Agnes was pretty fed up with sitting under a seat for ten hours so insisted on standing in the aisle which was moderately inconvenient as passengers insisted on walking up and down. Most inconsiderate of them!
We pulled into Cannes where an announcement was made, something about the police which I didn’t quite catch so we sat for ten minutes waiting. It felt like another ten hours.
But eventually we were off, the train creaking forward slowly and ten minutes later we were in Antibes where a very tanned chap was there to meet us.
We had accidentally bought a second class ticket (I can assure you there’s no one second class in this travelling party!) but we boarded the train in Calais and were pleasantly surprised.
An empty train was a pleasure but too short as half an hour later we arrived in Lille.
I paid 90 cents to have a wee. A fairly outrageous price but worth it to take advantage of a toilet before boarding the longest leg of our journey. Lille to Marseille, 4 hours and forty five minutes. Agnes did a wee for free and had had a second poo in Calais. So much easier to be a dog!
So far so good! We have made it to Calais and are now waiting for our train to Lille.
It was business as usual with a cheery wave of the passport and the efficiency of the dog taxi and suddenly we were in France! Whee!
We stood in a queue for half an hour as the woman in front seemed to be planning her summer holidays. We bought Agnes a dog ticket for the very reasonable price of €7 to go to Antibes. Oh, to be a dog!
It is quite hard to drink coffee with a face mask on, so they don’t seem terribly practical but I am playing by the rules, for now! I’d better stay off the Pernod (note to self)
And so that’s a good start. Let’s hope we can get back in when the time comes!
I remember how it used to be leaving London as the city gives way to green fields dotted with trees and electrical pylons. Blue skies and puffy clouds signify the English summer as we dash through at high speed.
Sitting on the first train I’ve taken since March, I felt nostalgic for the olden days, you know, like February.
Still, it’s nice to see the countryside from the window of a completely empty train. If only the trains are this empty in France!
Agnes did a big poo at St Pancras so that’s one less thing to worry about and I sanitised my seat with my extra large antiseptic Flash wipes so we’re good to go!
Next stop Folkestone where we get the dog taxi through the Euro Tunnel!