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While Judith was away skiing in Chamonix, rather than sit around at home, I thought I’d find something to do. A quick check on the Eurotunnel web site indicated that I could get an overnight return for a reasonably small amount of cash. So I dropped Judith at Heathrow at 5am, went home, grabbed the Honda, set off for Folkestone and was driving through the French countryside before lunchtime. I arrived home 30 hours later, having covered just under 750 miles.
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