Generally our time in France has been pleasant, though occasionally frustrating. This day, however, should be forgotten as a bad dream. There is a horrible knocking sound from the engine end of the van; we can't see the cause so we call out Avonaid Continental Breakdown Service. I try three telephone kiosks before I find one that works properly!
We are taken first to a garage in another town, the van is jacked up and the mechanic pronounces 'transmission kaput'. The breakdown people arrange that we should be taken to the VW agents in Caen where we spend the rest of the day dreading a large bill for parts ‑ the insurance covers the labour and towing. To our surprise the bill is only F340 (£34). It seems they took something apart expecting to replace it, discovered it only needed lubricating, and so put it back together with plenty of grease.
Having got this all sorted out, we try to find our way out of Caen. The problem is that, as we had been brought into the town by some-one else, we are totally disorientated. We go around a few circles before finally getting on the correct road towards Vannes on the Atlantic coast.
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