14th August 2010
French Petrol Station. Aire de Chatellerault, Usseau.
The French petrol station on the way home. As you may expect – the weather is turning, it’s all turning grey the closer we get to the UK. Bit unfair but it’s drawing close to the end of an amazing holiday.
We’ve done nearly 2000 miles and met some fantastic people. Laughed our asses off and been poor kings on the run from our lives. Here we are, in the place that’s made it all possible. At least the 2000 miles in 12 days part.
The magic potion station. Where flammable dreams are sold. Apparently there’s equivalent energy in 4 years of a man’s life as in a tank of fuel. We are the lucky ones. The lucky bastards. Until it all back fires on us. Live it up while we can right?! Fly and gorge while we can. Had an amazing time but at what price? I’m coming down again off the high. The smog is clearing or coming in – to remind me. But really – I don’t believe in the poisons we’ve dropped into the atmosphere round Europe. I don’t believe in climate change – just at the moment … so as not to spoil things. So. Without wanting to end on a dour note – thank you world. The potion was amazing. And my apologies for using it so decadently.