As we waved farewell to the baby girl and flew out from Florida, we still weren’t certain if the bike was ever going to make it to the UK. Despite dropping her off to be shipped 5 weeks prior, we actually beat her there. It’s been a long and convoluted story, dotted with various strongly worded emails and some angry phone calls, during which I learned some new curse words (!)

Eventually, and not without a great deal of hard work from the amazing David, the receiving agent at Shippio, we were able to collect her two days later and start getting her set up for the long ride ahead.

As explained in my last post, it was a plane ride to France for me instead of the ferry as planned. Landed in La Rochelle to be told that dad was doing fine but he wasn’t allowing visitors! Well bloody hell, doesn’t he know I’ve travelled half way round the world to see him! Had to respect his wishes though and I actually do understand. I hate visitors when I’m sick too and apparently, he gets upsets when we leave. However, I was able to talk with him a couple of times and was encouraged by how well he was sounding.

*as I write this, he just arrived home. A little frailer then when I last saw him but looking good considering 🙂

Today was an exciting day. Dad was due to be discharged from hospital and Iain was due to arrive (2 days early due to ANOTHER plan change!)
It didn’t get off to a very good start though. Before leaving Iain, I had fixed our phones to “Find My Friends” so we could track each other. I sent him a “good morning” text and tried to track him. He should have arrived in St Malo already. “Unable to find”, was the message I received. What? He’s only been in the country 5 minutes and he’s got himself lost!
…and no response to my texts either. What has he done already?!?
The morning went by, Dad arrived home and still nothing seen or heard from Iain. I messaged the kids to say that even iTracker couldn’t find their father, so I was giving it until 2pm when I would open the whiskey (there’s plenty here) and check out the insurance policy. Marcus said “fair enough”. Beth ignored me! Apparently she was asleep, I forget the 6 hour time difference!
It didn’t get to that though. Soon I heard the purring of a bike and sure enough, rolling magnificently up the drive was my man