The vehicle glides quietly along the almost empty Normandy highway towards Rouen, where our last sleeping place for this trip will be. The sun is already very low and I feel the evening atmosphere, which relaxes and calms me. I listen to the whirring and singing of the wind as it brushes past the roof box and my thoughts circle around the experiences of this trip. Behind my driver’s seat, the fevered dog has fallen asleep, and that’s a good thing. We’re going home to give him a better chance to heal up. It will take three weeks, the vet had said, after she had clipped his croup and tail…