A month or so ago, I mentioned that Mrs FEEG and I had survived each others’ peculiarities for forty years. In order to celebrate this (s)auspicious occasion, we tried to relive our honeymoon. We went to Paris for this. Then we went by rickety old electric train from London Charing Cross to Folkestone (An anorak friend of mine says that in the earlier seventies it would have been a 4-CEP multiple unit), by hovercraft to Calais, then in a rickety old diesel hauled train to Paris Gare du Nord.
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Boadicea's Chariot 