As I travelled across West Sussex from the ferry port to Brighton I did feel a bit of culture shock. I understood everything that people said and everything looked familiar, but not recent. In other words it was familiar as a place I used to live, but not quite home.
Like in November, as I came off the ferry and caught the bus into Caen, it felt like I was coming home.
Brighton is always very attractive in May and I think I am looking forward to returning – but not yet. I want to make the most of my time in France - especially as I feel like we are on the final stretch.
There are trips we want to go on and still places in Caen to visit. I have always wanted to go to the Le Mans 24 hour race and this is my best chance – the circuit is only 100 miles away, an hour by train.
I bought my ticket for the Le Mans just before my trip back to Brighton, so I am definitely going. I just need to work out the logistics of how I am going to enjoy the experience and not let my Crohn’s get in the way.
The whole of this year is testament to how it is possible to follow dreams, despite the impact of a long-term health condition. Before I came I knew, in theory, I should be able to enjoy the year – but I am growing in confidence the more this is proving to be true.
