By the time, me and my much-loved little, red auto reached the house, I had come to what seemed to me a simple and reasonable decision. I would leave France next day, or as soon as I could get space on an air ferry, and tour Cornwall instead. It was ridiculous, certainly, after all the time I had spent dreaming of a French holiday, and it was sad, when I loved the scene and the sunshine and the atmosphere of Frenchness so much...