Well, today was start day. The weather forecast warned of strong winds, dying down by noon. As it happens we didn’t get to leave York until 12:30 and by then, there were still some string winds. Usual 20 minute delay around Doncaster and we took it slowly.
Horrible tram-limes on the M11 made us drive even slower and we eventually arrived at the Dog House at Smeeth, in the dark, at about 19.30.
We knew their restaurant was closed on Wednesdays but we had a nice pint and a half with the usual friendly and welcoming staff. However, they told us that we had to be away by 8a.m. This seems to be a new requirement and, while I except it isn’t the Dog House’s rule (apparently) this means that, for people like us with a tunnel crossing for 12:00, it is no longer very helpful.
There was one other van here, a couple on their first trip to Spain via France. They are having to get up at 4:45 for their crossing so the new diktat won’t really affect them. It’s difficult to see what, in the winter, the rationale is for getting vans who’ve spent the night, spent some money and intending to have breakfast in the Dog House, to leave by 8a.m.
So another possible stopping place, scratched off the list. I’m tired, admittedly, but such pettifogging rules really p**es me off.
More tomorrow when we cross into France.
Horrible tram-limes on the M11 made us drive even slower and we eventually arrived at the Dog House at Smeeth, in the dark, at about 19.30.
We knew their restaurant was closed on Wednesdays but we had a nice pint and a half with the usual friendly and welcoming staff. However, they told us that we had to be away by 8a.m. This seems to be a new requirement and, while I except it isn’t the Dog House’s rule (apparently) this means that, for people like us with a tunnel crossing for 12:00, it is no longer very helpful.
There was one other van here, a couple on their first trip to Spain via France. They are having to get up at 4:45 for their crossing so the new diktat won’t really affect them. It’s difficult to see what, in the winter, the rationale is for getting vans who’ve spent the night, spent some money and intending to have breakfast in the Dog House, to leave by 8a.m.
So another possible stopping place, scratched off the list. I’m tired, admittedly, but such pettifogging rules really p**es me off.
More tomorrow when we cross into France.