Paul

I decided to start my day at Twickenham’s loveliest riverside pub, the White Swan. By the time I got there though, a Spring tide was was coming in fast requiring anyone in its…

It was 6am when I scrapped the ice off the car windscreen in readiness for the long drive from Twickenham to Cardiff.

Have I survived, was my first thought when I woke up in a cheap hotel in the backwaters of Flanders.

For the journey to the final round of World Cup pool matches in Lille, I had booked myself on the 7.24am Le Shuttle, which meant an indecently early start.

We caught the early train from Montpellier to Marseille passing through the historic towns of Nîmes and Arles.

After the painful experience getting tickets for the Rugby World Cup, it was good to be finally on my way.