Well we braved the storm yesterday morning to go and collect the little red van.
In fact we followed the bloody storm all the way to our destination just south of Arras, about an hour from the channel tunnel.
Luckily the estafette had already been loaded with all the new and fragile parts .
Then we had the task of emptying the various sheds and mini workshops at the sellers property.
We brimmed the hitop transits with parts... Did all the essential stuff and as usual, in the typical French way had a glass of red and signed the paperwork.
The old chap was getting a bit choked up, and I told them I would email his son some photos of the restoration. Which cheered him up and meant more red wine.....
Then Tom the driver (doesn't drink) headed for the road home.... Flat out at 55 mph, his look was priceless, 'there's some weight in here mate' he said though the medium of eyes like dinner plates on the autoroute...
At uk border control they wanted to look in the van to see what was in there....so had to unlock the two vans, they peeped inside and through the medium of eyes that said 'jeez, I'm not going through that lot' said 'yep, that's fine'....