In two weeks time, Agnes and I will attempt to cross the channel and enter the Eurozone. Schengen here we come (hopefully!)
We have booked our escape vehicle, funny how an inflatable dinghy crossing the Channel has plenty of seats going the other way!
It’s lucky Agnes likes water but she’s not much of a swimmer so hopefully we won’t have to make a swim for it.
Under the cover of darkness we’ll hide under trucks and hang on to the axles as we stowaway south.
We’re brushing up on our French, “Oui Monsieur, nous habitons pres de Nice. Je travaille a Londres mais je vol normalment chaque weekend à France à chez nous. Voici ma…”
And that’s where it all falls apart as we don’t have any proof of permanent residency in France, maybe because I’m not a resident and Agnes is a dog.
Fingers crossed we don’t get to that point as I don’t want to get sent back or stuck in quarantine in Calais.
Remember how easy it was when we used to fly!