Today was a lazy day.. to begin with. Entertained myself in the park for a little while, just wasting time until a little after lunch when Mum rushed down and informed us we had to leave - Dad had lost the keys to the top box (a container thing that we put on our roof racks to carry stuff) and two of the bikes! Oh no!
So we had to hop in the car and start driving and re-tracing our steps back to the service station we stopped at after arriving in France, in the hope that some how the keys where still there. We drove for a few hours back to the petrol station, looked around furiously for a small shiny set of keys, and discovered our keys were no where to be found. We even reported the loss to the local police station in case someone miraculously handed them in. Then we headed back to the campground.
Rhys went with Dad into town that night and we all ate dinner before nodding off…