Dora came out again today, although planned this time it is still very exciting for someone as analy retentive as I have been known to be. Today I headed out to Dunkirk. It's only about half an hour from Calais, and I thought at the very least Talloolah could do with going for a longish drive reaching speads of over 30mph. So I headed out on to the A16 which is the main motorway in the North of France and zoomed on over to Dunkirk. Excitingly, in sunny weather the speed limit on the motorways in France is 130kph which is like 80mph, which although many drive the UK motorways at IS NOT LEGAL KIDS!!! So I let Talloolah zoom over to Dunkirk, found myself a nice little car park - that was FREE and headed in to Dunkirk town centre.
My first find was a lovely little wool shop, not as nice as Bah Ram Ewe which has my heart (until the dream is established Kate - obvs) so I purchased some lovely wool. I have a wicker chair in the flat which is perfect for knitting in although when it and knitting I facially age about fifty years. I really need to find a youthful hobby...
With one purchase (quite literally) in the bag I headed over to the Toursit Infomation Centre - a personal necessity when scoping out a new place - got myself a map, found what I was looking for (the War Museum - god help me) and headed off in the complete wrong direction. Only reasing this when I had convinced myself that I had found the War Museum, double checked the map and realised I was stood outside the Boat Museum - great start. Finally found the right direction, walked in that direction for fifteen miinutes, took a wrong turn and ended up outside the Tourist Information Centre again. If it wasn't so funny I would have cried but I must have looked a right tool and that image of hilarity kept me going.
After a good forty-five minutes I was in relatively the right place according to the map but in relality I convinced myself I couldn't be where I needed to be as I seemed to be stood in the middle of an industrial estate. Giving up slightly I wondered into a sculpture park and walked round taking loads of photo's, annoying the locals and then after another wrong turn (I am getting dead good at it) ended up...
....outside the War Museum.
I did a little squeel with excitement that I had finally found it, which had to be surpressed when I realised that it was 1pm and of course, everything shuts in France over dinner. Looking at the opening times, I saw that it would be open again at 2pm and the beach was about five minutes away so I headed off to the beach and mooched around for an hour before heading back. It was still closed. I was really bummed by this point and was considering an angry letter to someone in an authoratitve position (I was going to get someone at work to translate it in to French), when I spotted something on the opening times, a seasonal date. 1st April - 30th September. I mean come on, we are only like four days away from April - you would have thought someone would have been there dusting down the war relics or something and the could have just let me in for a browse. Nah such luck. So this means another trip back at some point which is not a problem as Dunkirk is a lovely little town that has a Jeff du Bruges (chocolate shop)
After this adventure (debarcle) I headed back to Calais to do some essentials like get things in for tea, sort out my train ticket for Sunday (I WILL BE IN THE UK FROM 9PM SUNDAY TILL 7PM MONDAY FOR A HEAD OFFICE DAY - BE READY FOR A BOMBARDMENT OF TEXTS). And I popped down to the little cinema near the town hall that shows English/American films with French subtitles to pick up this months timetable - and I thought fuck it, I can't be bothered to go back and do WSET work so I went and watched 'La Taupe' - Tinker Tailor Soilder Spy. It is a tiny little cinema with four screens, with about 18 rows of seats (around 20 seats per row) - teenie tiny and I was the only person there. I have never been to a cinema where there is no one else in and it was epic - I felt like a rich kid who had a cinema in her house it was ace. the only issue were the parts of the film that were in Russian that obviously had English subtitles, cause they were over-ridden by the French ones, but I don't think I missed too much.
All in all today has been a good day. The weather is lovely and I am getting over yesterday's right hand side sunburn (Tracey I think i may have evened out today). I am missing people lots but both Mum and Dad (and fam) have booked to come over and see me which is exciting. Although I do have to go and do my washing at the Laundrette tomorrow which always depresses me. You do not know how hard life is without a washing maching. It's horrific.
Tonight I am drinking Whittards Christmas Tea (spiced imperial) as the mother has secured me 250 bags which will be winging their way to me in a couple of weeks so I can now move from Chai to the few spiced imperial that I have left.
Peace and Love x
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