Then the heavens opened...

When it rains in Corsica, it doesnt just drizzle a little bit, it CHUCKS it down. We're talking torrential big fat rain. So bang on cue, on my day off when I was going out in the car again with Marge and Pete, it had rained all the way through the night and didnt seem to show any signs of letting up. We went down to the South of the island hoping to get some nice weather only to realise that this was mean looking storm that was determined to wreck this island! We tried driving back up the main road to get back home to San Lu, which should take under 2 hours. About half way home we were confronted by a typically unhelpful gendarme who insisted the road was 'ferme' and there was no way of getting to where we wanted to go that day and directed us to the nearest hotel. Hell no! Being such a tennis martyr, and knowing that I simply couldnt let down all my proteges who had lessons the next day, Pete set himself the target of driving the WHOLE of the island on a different route to get home. It took about 6 hours to back and I can now say that Corsica isnt quite so attractive in the dark.