I had a number of trips to Aberdeen in March. Google tells me I was there 3 times - which is way above my average. I wasn't expecting the final trip to be so soon.
One of the students had moved home in mid-march after submitting an essay, with the idea that she wold be home for about a month, then would return for the summer term at Uni, finish her essays, and sit her finals.
What actually happened was that we took an emergency road trip to pack 2 years of things into the Aygo, and then clean up the flat before heading home.
The roads were strangely empty.
This is where Aberdeen University holds their Graduation Ceremonies. Not in 2020. We are so disappointed not to be coming north in June.
Not much to say yet about lockdown. As we are in Scotland, we are following the rules set down by the Scottish Government.
So we are all home - with the parents able to work from home, and the offspring finishing off their Uni work from a distance.
My desk for the next few weeks.
So here we are in the post-brexit Europe. Mrs C and I have a week off work, and a ferry booked! Plans are to visit Rouen in time for the weekly "Parkrun" on Saturday morning, then head to Paris on Sunday. Stay until wednesday, then toodle on home to Scotland, hopefully in time for tea on Friday, and a quiet weekend before starting back to work.
The Weather has been wet in Scotland - with each weekend having a new "named" storm reaching our shores. Ellen was gripping the wheel of Gino the Camper on the M6.
Funnily enough I also saw the northbound windsock exactly a week later, still blowing strongly!
So
off to Rouen, where I lined up at the Start, on a chilly morning. And
just under 26 minutes later, I met Mrs C at the finish. Hand shakes all
round and off we went back to Gino before having a lovely day in Rouen.
This includes the usual - wandering round a market, stopping for lunch,
getting a little lost with Google maps, a wee treat for Mrs C - some Monet paintings, and finally, a wander back to Gino for tea and an interesting night. we hadn't realised that we were parked beside a music venue, but as the evening wore on the carpark got more and more busy, with every space taken.
There was a French Rapper in town, and all the cool kids had come out to hear him.
I heard them all come back to their cars at some point in the night, and by the morning, we were all alone again!
So, it was time to head for Paris.....
