Monday 18th July
Early Monday morning the whole expedition almost fell into crisis when the car keys were found in the car door and had been there all night. Fingers were pointed towards Alf who reluctantly accepted his first (of many) strikes and it was duly noted on the strike chart. With the bath tub packed, far too many clothes and a 7-iron (not sure why) we asked ourselves, “right, where’s Dover then?”.
Early Monday morning the whole expedition almost fell into crisis when the car keys were found in the car door and had been there all night. Fingers were pointed towards Alf who reluctantly accepted his first (of many) strikes and it was duly noted on the strike chart. With the bath tub packed, far too many clothes and a 7-iron (not sure why) we asked ourselves, “right, where’s Dover then?”.
We boarded the ferry without a hitch and made our way across France to Brussels on the wrong side of the road. There proved to be more misery for Alf as he was punished with his second strike of the day through gross misuse of the horn.
Under the rules outlined by Article 50, strikes may be appealed to the dubious strikes panel (the DSP) if the defendant claims unfair accusation. However, given that Alf blew the fuse completely, the jury (Terry the Duck) ruled against him and the strike remained. 2-0-0, not a good start for Alf. We set up camp in a field at the side of the road just outside Luxembourg and prayed no angry farmers would find us.
Posted by: Rich