The Lost Gems of France
We are looking for the taste ‘Supreme’.
Our dog has a passport with his photo in!
Not content with putting the poor fella through a plane trip, it was time for Eurotunnel. This was my idea because had we chosen a ferry he would have been locked below decks alone, and having made him endure a plane I thought that would be one stress too many. No, we would not be separated from our Mutley. Au contrarie.
We really do love our pets!
Well, luckily for him, the great folks at Eurotunnel have spared no expense in creating the Dog world version of Crufts right next to the terminal. No, not the parading round a rink Crufts, the more athletic part: Stages, Tunnels and Obstacles.
“This way, Taz! You can do it!”
Not on your life
As Taz is a pedigree I thought he would take to it like the Willliams sisters did to Tennis. But alas, he didn’t even notice the course. He walked in, weed on everything, sniffed a few bums and then was renched from the scene like a streaker invading the FA Cup Final. He didn’t even notice the special enclosure for dogs in season! Imagine the fun a dog with all his worldly belongings still intact could have in a place like that?
“They motivate us to play, be affectionate, seek adventure, and be loyal.”
Do you have your pet passport?
In an attempt to bring balance to the debate, taking your pet to France could not be easier but, in conclusion, I thought it was a racket. The more intelligent person would tell me that certain checks have to be in place on both sides of the border but in a world of Zika, Ebola and all other kinds of immeasurably horrible diseases, how do you stop the inevitable from happening? Before we left, Taz had to have all of this documentation up to date and be wormed. No-one asked us to do the same and I’d argue the human race carries more nastiness than our tiny rat catching machine. In addition, when we returned we had to have the pet checked (we were only there for 3 days) by another vet where he was given more pills! This all came at the princely sum of 40 Euros. Racket? You decide. Most noteworthy though is that Taz has a EU passport. What will happen to that in the new world? And will he ever be able to travel with us again without the prospect of 6 months quarantine?
A place named after the most famous of beers?
An hour or so later we approached Stella Plage: a place that never changes. It looks the same every time we have visited. Nothing new opens and nothing old closes. The local population doesn’t change either, and here is a reference to the EU. How is that people are literally killing themselves to cross the channel when there is so much room in France? In Stella, there are hundreds of empty flats and houses. Hundreds. The roads are steady but not overflowing and the beaches stretch for miles in both direction with barely a soul on them. So, while the 6.50 from Maidstone to Victoria is full by the time it gets to West Malling, the villages around Le Touquet barely murmur; life here is led at a sedentary pace and time has seen fit to allow the town eternal youth. So who has it right and who is getting it wrong? Should we not admire le resistance to change or is change a constant no-one can ignore?
“He thinks I’m going in. I’m not!”
“Yes, you are!”
A View from Abroad
The fingers of an ever changing world seem set to affect us all. Will places like Stella Plage avoid the rush of immigration? Can it? Who gave any village, town or city the right for an exemption? After all, the freedom of movement applies to everyone. Doesn’t it? I’m not in favour of any place becoming spoiled but contrast this place with the bustling south east of England and there is simply no comparison.