Three go travelling

We have been following the news and the situation is getting worse. The police helicopter is flying over us regularly to ensure no one breaks any rules and go on the beach. The dog can only be walked on the campsite, we must not congregate and the weather echoes the mood, cloudy and overcast.
When we wake on Tuesday I check the news and read that I may be at an increased risk of severe illness because of Parkinsons as is my daughter(MS) and father ( COPD and age). We make the decision that I will fly home. Eventually my doctor manages to get me on a flight the following day.
Meanwhile we find out that Brittany Ferries have cancelled ferry crossings including the one we are booked on in mid April.
We also hear how the police are going to campsites and telling people that they must not leave the Motorhome even to sit outside and that campsites will be closed the following week.
We aren’t sure if the borders will allow motorhomes through, if the French police will allow travel, anywhere to stop for a night and how to get back to UK. Ian tries to contact the Foreign Office. The call is answered and the he is put on hold for an hour until he hangs up.
Ian decides he is going to leave the campsite early Thursday to make his way back to Calais and the channel tunnel home on Sunday. He books the crossing and prints off the necessary forms for the police to show them the reason why he is travelling.
Wednesday arrives and at 2.30pm the taxi arrives to take me to Malaga airport. Ian can’t take me because once he drives off the site he will not be allowed to return. The taxi driver is wearing a mask, and medical gloves. We drive along the dual carriageway which is almost deserted. The beaches and towns we pass are empty. The taxi driver tells me about points of interest and hopes when “ all this upset is over we will return.” I do feel for the people of Spain. So many rely on tourist business and that’s all gone and for how long.
At the airport he tells me to keep a distance of one metre between me and other passengers. This is a constant message over the intercom and staff are constantly telling people to keep their distance, including couples. It all seems a little pointless because the plane is almost full and we are sitting closely together. Once on the plane we are told there will not be any food, drink or duty free provided by the air hostesses. If we want water we need to go to the galley and ask for it. Passenger toilets are at the rear of the plane as the staff will use the forward ones.
The flight is uneventful and arrive at Gatwick 20 minutes early. We breeze through passport control and luggage reclaims speedily. I have never seen it so empty. I’m surprised to see the shops and restaurants open as at Malaga airport they were all closed. The motorway home is quieter than normal but still a lot busier than Spain.

I’m relived to be home but worried about Ian. He will head for home tomorrow at 6.00am.
I’m sure he will write up his journey. It wasn’t the holiday we envisioned but we should be safe and sound. So many people will have their lives changed because of Coronavirus, my prayers are for them. Take care and thank you for reading.