18.4.1976 Blois next Christmas

The cruel time of 9.30am came about, but the gang had come to say goodbye. Martine and Nadine were not there – they were customarily heavy sleepers.

I promised to write, my last words were “je vous ecrirai” – then away. After kisses and hearty handshakes we left.

We promised to return next year; even if I am on my own I will do it. The others said they would like very much to return to Blois next Christmas or Easter. We could even get free accommodation (or low cost) if we stay at one of their houses. The rooms at the centre only cost c.£1.50 to hire per night – and with four in a room we could stay a long time without going broke.

Rather than feeling depressed (or should I say over duly depressed) on the journey home, I felt an overwhelming unity with the (working) nations and people of the world. I felt very uplifted, as if all the people of the earth were packed into one colossal stadium and were cheering along with me....

The ferry crossing was a pretty drunken affair and provided ample opportunity for Paddy (teacher) to air some views that he never would be able to in a classroom condition.