This day was always going to be a driving day and started as they often do, on the Tunnel early. Frosty briefly met a Ferrari 458 who ended up further back on the train. This overtook is twice at great speed on the journey but its destination was Belgium so we lost him. There was a moment in Beaune when someone thought it would be a good idea to have a book of “things we (I) did wrong” caused by my impasse with the sat nav, apparently solved in 10 seconds by someone who knew what they were doing. It might have been a good idea if at the point of the discussion we were not sitting at a junction on the wrong side of the road. We found the garage and ended our day at an old friend – the Beaune hotel, with a stroll into town and a lovely meal outside on a beautiful evening.