Djpekingman In theory, yes. In practice eldest had been up half the night pebble-dashing the toilet from both ends. So he was Immonium’d up and looking like the waking dead, me and the youngest had dodgy guts and no appetite, and we’d all had about 3 hours sleep. So six hours on a train, however fast and smooth it was, was no picnic, and all the Spanish Coughing Bobs around us - lucky there’s no viral pandemic eh? - didn’t improve matters.
Add my post-viral knackeredness and the east coast mainline meltdown on Friday that meant we missed our Eurostar connection, and you could say that the holiday has got off to a sub-optimal start. Still, we’re here at the Camping now, and it is officially Fucking Hot so things are looking up.
It’s a shame as that train journey (Paris-Girona) is beautiful.
