But I also wanted to head off. I was having itchy feet and needed to feel the road again. Last night though was bizarre. But I had been on my travels though. Caliburn had an electric fault and the cigarette lighter socket was no longer functioning. I had to reverse him all the way down the drive at the side of the house it was a bungalow into a wooden shed that was there. I asked him if his father was there and he replied that he was, but that he was asleep in bed.
His sister of the son, that is came to the door and climbed into Caliburn. I drove her into town because it was market day. We walked around the market together and after we were half-way around the circuit she asked me if we had seen any wheelchairs this was the first time that she had spoken during the entire trip. I had my breakfast and took my leave of my landlord. And it turned out that I had had a good deal there too.
That was what I call real value. When all was said and done, Strider and I headed across the road to the ferry terminal. And I was ever so impressed with this caravan that was parked up in one of the lanes. But seriously, I reckon that it really was some kind of garden shed that was being delivered across the St Lawrence.
Bang on time, in fact which was impressive. I took a comfortable seat right at the front of the cabin and settled down for the journey.
I had seen a pile of ships sailing along the St Lawrence River and so I went for a closer look. This was one of the ships, that looks as if it might be a bulk carrier. The second was a container ship and the third might have been a tanker. Going back to my seat, I was distracted by the smell of chips coming from the galley. So much for the strength of my willpower. We docked bang on time too and I headed off to the IGA supermarket to stock up for the last time. A baguette of course, and some hummus, tomatoes and lettuce for my lunch.
