Monday 1 June - Bouin
And so it ends! Some 750 kms from our destination the
cracked or bruised ribs have won the day. Disappointed? Of course. Relieved
though, that the damage Al has sustained will heal as long as he doesn’t laugh
too much! The very thought! Some patience will be required as these old bones
mend a little more slowly than hitherto.
The phone call was made and poor old Bren has missed out on
St. Jean yet again! Not that he or Deborah gave any evidence of genuine disappointment,
they just upped sticks, collected the car and drove the four and a halve hours to
our hotel! What a pair of mates to have. Not that Brendan didn’t take of
advantage of the situation to take the p….s. His hip having made a considerable
recovery, he was in a position to mock my poor old man. Did them both good!
(But we have a solution to St. Jean; when himself is better
we may well complete the ride by starting in St. Jean and finishing in our
hotel in Bouin. So watch this space – again!)
Once again, our thanks to all those folk who followed the
blog and kept us going with words of encouragement or abuse, and to all those
who have subsequently telephoned to check on Al’s condition. I do look forward
to continuing this blog after a short or long interval and bid you all adieu in
the meantime.
