Is Foxy telling us she rather be in Africa?

There are no words in the English language to describe how utterly devastated we are.

The drive up from Albertville took a day but it was fairly smooth. We got Foxy back from the garage all fixed up except the driver's window doesn't wind up anymore. Minor detail.

Just kilometres away from St. Malo, we decided to stop for the night (well, technically it was early morning by then) and get a couple hours of rest before catching the ferry tomorrow morning to Jersey.

We set up the tent one last time for old time's sake and just as we were about to climb in, we noticed a fairly consistent drip drip drip coming from the fuel tank. Cue panic.

The next couple of hours consisted of smelly diesel on clothes and skin and hair, a large tube of silicon sealant, and cold nightime chills which turned into early morning sunrise mist and frost.

Is this a sign telling us that we aren't supposed to finish this trip?

We are hoping and praying that the sealant will hold for the night and that the ferry officials won't notice the drip. They certainly wouldn't let us on the boat if they could see we were leaking diesel.