When I last posted I
intended the entry to be the end of the log. We had planned to return and move the boat along the French
coast, but it seemed to me to write about that would be just a dull
travelogue. However, things have
not turned out to be so hum drum as we expected, so Richard has suggested that
I continue the blog and see what happens.
So we had booked Ryanair
flights back to Beziers for today before we left the boat in July. But as the date approached it began to
look very much like we would never make it. Well, to be more exact that I wouldn’t make it. I managed to strain my right knee about
two weeks ago and it never occurred to us that it would not heal before we
left. But not only did it not get
better, it got much, much worse.
By Sunday night I could hardly put any pressure on the leg at all and I
was in terrible pain. On Monday I
went to the Doctors to get some strong anti-inflamatories/ pain killers to get
me walking again. I even went to
the hospital for an x-ray on Monday, but they couldn’t see anything serious
wrong with the bones. I was in
such pain I could barely sleep all night on Monday, but finally when it came
time to catch the train to the airport the pain killers had kicked in and I
decided to go. Richard said we
could just stay in Cap D’Agde until it got better.
I knew that I would not be
able to walk around the airport on the knee, so Richard booked us assistance
which turned out to be a wheelchair!
I didn’t half feel a fraud.
Really all I needed was one of those motorized trolleys to take me to
the gate (which was at the far end of the airport). But Luton doesn’t seem to do those, so a wheelchair with
four other aged decrepit souls it was for me.
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