By 2 o’clock Worth and Gates were home and greeted excitedly by Ola, who must have wondered where her companions had all disappeared to. Worth took to his bed whilst Gates tidied and unpacked. They had been promised dinner by The Elf and her friend Charlotte and they duly arrived later to prepare Carbonara with strawberries to follow. It was a treat to have a meal prepared after a marathon drive. To brighten Gates’s day, the Elf had bought some sunflowers which took pride of place on the hearth. At last at home.
There was no rushing to be away early when Worth and Gates left Beaune. Gates enjoyed a lovely French breakfast while Worth gloomily forced down a yoghurt. There was almost another 400 miles of driving to reach Calais and Gates realised there would be no assistance from Worth today. The trick would be to pace herself. The important thing was to reach Calais and get to UK. For most of the journey Worth dozed fitfully. At about 5 o’clock they reached the tunnel without incident and were pleased to find they could catch the next train in 20 minutes at no extra cost. Once on the “other side” their first stop would have to be to refuel and it was then they realised another 3 hours journey home on the M25 rush hour Friday was not something that should be attempted after such a long drive. So they made the decision to stop over at Gates’s mothers and start the last leg home the next morning.
Thursday evening saw Worth and Gates staying the night at an old favourite of theirs, the Beaune Hotel, in Beaune, obviously. It offers an ideal stop half way between the South of France and Calais, so was the perfect place to break their journey home. The evening was warm and pleasant and in the past they have strolled into the pretty town centre for their meal, but Worth’s poor health meant they needed to drive in. There was a band playing in the centre of the town and the whole place was relaxed and lively. Worth and Gates couldn’t help but contrast this lovely French town with the evenings they had spent in York recently which seemed more threatening and rowdy and not somewhere they enjoyed being. They shared a pizza and salad and then enjoyed a good nights sleep.
This was not the view Worth and Gates expected to see this evening. They expected to be on the beautiful island of Porquerolles but Worth was feeling so poorly they didn’t make it and returned to their home in the South of France. He was very sick again and Gates stood by to do what she could for him. It was a disappointing time for them but Worth rallied a little. They decided to get home as soon as they could and made plans for returning on Thursday.
Unfortunately today was a bit of a write off for Worth and Gates as Worth never really got up until the evening. He had a bad night with back and tummy pains and was sick a lot. The pain had eased by morning but was still there and he was exhausted.
Fortunately Biggles Flies East is a rather cracking spy story so Gates spent a goodly while reading it to the weakened Worth. True love shows itself in many ways. Biggles and Co have a bond and friendship that is very strong and with Gates, Worth feels he has something similar. She would do anything to fix him. Such a bond between people does in truth elude the majority so if you find such a bond, treasure it, guard it, defend it and Hell yeah revel in it.
They went to the restaurant below their flat for dinner. Gates was so looking forward to it and had dressed to please, wearing a magic slate of Murano glass in vivid green which Worth had bought her in Venice. The person wearing such a piece will always smile more but like all these things you are either a believer or a person who doesn’t allow magic into their lives.
They lunched at a restaurant sort of in the corner on a high level and overlooking the sea. They often go to this one and this time bad had salads. Pesquiere it’s called.
Worth tried a watch on, a Bell & Ross desert style BR1 with a ceramic case. Unfortunately it really suited him. He really wanted it but just couldn’t justify it in his head thinking how long he had left in this world. That made him sad and he had the same experience when he drooled over a Ford Mustang, which has to be the biggest head turner you can buy for £36,000! Gates pointed to a bracelet. Now that’s a purchase he could justify!
Free of shopping bags they left St Tropez for Gigaro. The route is beautiful through vineyards along narrow country roads. Worth turned the sports mode on, on their MINI JCW coupe and became Bond for 15 minutes. Gates Aks Moneypenny dutifully adopted the brace position in the passenger seat.
At Gigaro they lazed on the beach and swam in the sea and dozed in the sun. It had been a lovely day.
Back at the apartment around seven and suddenly Worrh got his back pain back. That was it day over and he had a bad evening and night of being sick which was to last to mid afternoon the following day.
Grab your fun while its there and kiss your gal when you can.
Gates and Worth took it real easy on their first full day in Port Cogolin. Worth was fragile in the morning so Gates did a shop at Geant. Later they popped back to the shops together for a slice of pizza each for lunch and for Gates to pick a new sun hat.
Later they went down to the pool and both had a swim. It had been a long time for Worth and he enjoyed it.