I dont believe it !

This incident took place on one of our many trips too France in from the mid eighties through the nineties.We had come off the autoroute and were heading into a town who,s name i cant remember looking for a supermarket.I have the caravan in tow and we have friends with us in convoy.As we head into this town the traffic is getting heavier and the children are getting more restless.Anyway as we head along this dual carriageway i see a sign for a supermarkt directing me up a sliproad with a high wall om my right side.As we go up the slip road the road bends too the right and as i round the bend there is an overhead restriction with no warning.Oh god i thought i cant get under that what the hell am i going too do now.At this point i,m not best pleased so all i can do is put on my hazards and start reversing back slowly.Now anybody who has driven in france will know the the french have an annoying habit of sounding car horns at the slightest excuse and its something that does not always go down well with us brits especially me.As i start too reverse very slowly it starts beep,beep,beep but i think they will know what i,m doing and give me room.But noooooo not a chance beep,beep,beep it carries on.At this point my blood pressure is riseing steadily so i stop the car and jump out with the full intention of telling this cretin that if he does,nt stop tooting that car horn he is going too end up wearing it (i was younger in them days).Any way out i jump with the wife trying too stop me and i march round too the back of the van and there is this frenchy sat in his car with a queue building up behind him.I look at him with a face like thunder and he points too my caravan which is about six inches from hitting the wall !!!.I gesture my thanks and turn and wish the ground would open up and swallow me as i trudge back too my car just then a police car pulls up alongside me and a gendarme winds the window down.I looked at him with a face that said "this is all i bloody need what the hell do you want".The gendarme looked at me never said a word and drove off.I can still see the look on his face too this day.I cant remember how we got out of that pickle but there ya go.

peter.