The Journey

The journey over, coming as it did only three days after our daughter's wedding, was a long, tiring one. The trusty Volvo was laden with seven dogs, loads of dog bedding and various items that hadn't made the removal van.

We set off at 6am from our daughter's home and drove to our former home, now bereft of all furniture, to collect the dogs. They had slept overnight (indoors) in the area left from their dismantled kennels.

At 7am, fully loaded, we began the drive to the Euro Tunnel. The dogs, being seasoned travelers, were without exception, settled and quiet.