There we were, with Bonnie Tyler singing "lost in France" and I realised that she was spot on. Not only were we in France but we were lost ! A hour later though when we got lost in Luxembourg, she was wrong. It was dark, we were tired and the say nav and mobile phone were arguing with each other.
We had arrived on the continent with an empty fuel tank. With the recent fuel strikes and hindsight, this was a stupid idea of Eileen's that I was too polite to point out.
Fuel stations around Calais are infested with dodgy looking characters who look certain to steal your vehicle. I was a little hurt that they didn't want Jezebel. We escaped with our lives and our elderly incontinent van.
I drove first in to the night but I was soon holding out for a hero. He came in the shape of Eileen. I was able to grab an hours sleep as he drove before the Angel of the morning arrived.
We finally reached a paddy field in Strasbourg at 10.30am. 
We were the third team to pitch up. Jeff and Laine were already sleeping and Creaseybear and Raquel in his midlife crisis Audi had driven so fast they had set off last night but had been here since last Wednesday.
It seemed the teams were scattered randomly across half of Europe. Having been informed there were limited spaces left, teams were giving me ETA of as late as 7pm.
In the end I had to buy up 9 pitches to make sure teams had somewhere to stay.
Strasbourg is a beautiful city. 
An evening stroll, food for those who wanted and a wander around La Petit France district then home to start the wine review.
We had followed the wine guide as far as we could and were armed with a bottle of Luxembourgian wine and a local Cremant D'Alsace. Night was falling and the Luxembourgian stuff was actually fairly good. Finally we saw Heather and Shaun in their T25 towing their little caravan arriving. 20 hours after getting off the ferry. And we thought Bonnie was singing about us !
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