Or at least it feels like it. After all the shambolic messages from the government last week, we decided to take the plunge and drive to Denmark. Having done what seemed like hours of research and arming ourselves with quite a lot of paperwork, we set off.
I was then going to call this surreal normality or normal surreality or some combination of those two words. Because today really wasn’t interesting or adventurous at all. Showed our passports on the Shuttle and that’s it – despite driving through France, Belgium, Netherlands and Germany didn’t show anything to anybody.
Didn’t like Antwerp (roadworks on ring road) or Netherlands (low speed limits), but that’s about it. Got the Ford up to 110mph on the autobahn and still the Audis, Mercs and BMWs swing past which is mildly disconcerting.
Anyway, 490 miles later we’re about 300 miles from Aarhus.
Nice enough hotel. Feels like it’s set up for middle management conferences of which I attended many at Aon, but beer and food were excellent and much needed. And I think that’s the first time we’ve eaten out since our last day in Morocco in early March.