So today we started our journey home. We spent a few hours tidying up and washing stuff then packed up and began our long journey back to Beaune. As is the way, a long very uneventful, unconed, uncontrolled drive. No stupid “smart” motorways, no cameras, drivers who for the most part know how to drive. You need to have driven in France or even Italy, to appreciate how bad driving and in the UK is. We had a lovely stroll around Beaune, a pleasant meal with red wine this time, cafe gourmand for pud and said goodnight to Frosty, who was tucked up in his garage for the night.