Eve of departure

The good news is that the forecast for tomorrow is bright cold sunshine with a westerly (tail)wind. The bad news is that there is no room at the Youth Hostel in Dunkirk, so we we'll probably spend our first night under canvas in some muddy field near St Omer.
Our main feelings on this eve of departure are trepidation at the thought of what we've bitten off, fatigue after all the preparation and sadness at saying goodbye to people we will miss. I must be getting old and soft I'm worrying more about missing our double duvet, central heating and hot baths, than the difficulties of cycling to tibet.
Thanks to the kind services of Mr Mike Weston (a true gent) we're driving to Dover tomorrow morning aimng for the mid-day ferry. After that we become nomads.