It's an uneventful drive back to the border (if driving in Russia can ever be called uneventful, that is). We have the usual pause while the Estonian border police try and work out why the British don't have a proper registration document for their caravans like everyone else but, as ever, all is well in the end. It takes 50 minutes to cross, which is slightly better than the 6 hours going out...
Last coffee stop in Russia
....so here we are, back in the EU. Feels like home... but not for much longer, I guess. So sad.
The next day is Father's Day... and we have a day off to recover.
We have a cooked breakfast on our outdoor machine with cards and love from our darling daughters. What more could a chap want? A day off means nothing to do but lie in, walk, chat and read on the beach.
Back to work tomorrow; we're heading for Tallinn with quite a few stops on the way...
Last coffee stop in Russia
....so here we are, back in the EU. Feels like home... but not for much longer, I guess. So sad.
The next day is Father's Day... and we have a day off to recover.
We have a cooked breakfast on our outdoor machine with cards and love from our darling daughters. What more could a chap want? A day off means nothing to do but lie in, walk, chat and read on the beach.
Back to work tomorrow; we're heading for Tallinn with quite a few stops on the way...
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