ONE HUNDRED FORTY-FIVE
The flight of Chloe McMurderess cont.
Where is Chloe Macbeth, you might well ask?
Good question.
Dear reader, the answer is France.
Jesus, it was such a relief when I drove off the MS ‘Cote s’Albâtre’, the Newhaven- Dieppe ferry and onto French soil. Here we are dumb bear. France.
Doesn’t look like much to me, you sure you’ve come to the right place?
I had driven the 265 miles from Garside to Newhaven ferry terminal the night before and paid £5.00 for 24-hour parking. I did the rounds of the ATMs nearby, withdrawing almost another grand, in cash, had some fish and chips at a café close by, used the washrooms and then slept on the back seat of the car in my sleeping bag before joining the queue of cars ready to board.
I had no difficulties embarking, yes there
