We arrived in France just as the sun was setting and headed for the F1 after driving through what looked like Ellesmere Port.
I had read about F1 on someone else's blog. It had been described as basic but clean accommodation. They weren't wrong about the basic, but 'clean' was going a bit too far! The toilet, located at the end of the corridor, was like a built-in portaloo and the place stank of fags from the argumentative French guys outside. Never mind, it was only the start of our holiday adventure.
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