And by more comfortable cars, Z. I remember Motorailing from Reading to St Austell in 1975, a journey that would have been a sweaty ordeal in my dad's vinyl-seated Renault 12, but which my family estate car would - traffic permitting - take in its stride.
Sad to see the Calais routes go, though. Loved waking up in Avignon or Narbonne, and being served coffee and croissants before waddling up into the hills to annoy AC and the locals.
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