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Thirty-five minutes later, the doors of the carriage open and we’re led out into northern France. Our passports aren’t checked at this end, and it strikes me that we’re now free to go wherever we want. By road, we can reach almost anywhere: Russia, South Africa, China, India. How far can we get before the manhunt begins?
I look at the clock in my car: 9.20 p.m., UK time, 10.20 p.m. here in France. We’ve got at least twelve hours. I don’t know if I could drive for the next twelve hours solid, but I damn well want to try. I want to get as far away from England as possible. I reckon we could be in Austria, the Czech Republic or Poland by then. Or even Italy. A drive through the Swiss Alps, around Lake Como and down into Milan. It sounds like I’m trying to take a luxury holiday off the ba
