Caen to home
A cursory check of the back of the van, then a frustrating wait for a passport check at the final hurdle by Private Security- paid for by the Brits?
Once on board, a rush to get a prime seat at the bow and then in another queue for the 9 euro English breakfast. Soon polished off.
We are without roaming, to avoid silly phone charges while at sea, so we must converse instead. Or read a book. Or make a list of the hundred things to do back at home. Used the binos, but little to see except gannets and container ships.
Had unnecessary cooked lunch on board.
Back in the van, and a ludicrous half-hour queue for passport control. With one bound we were free, trying to remember to tenez la gauche.
Passed some lovely old Citroën cars from Switzerland, bound for some concourse show. Through the beautiful Dorset countryside that is so familiar to Nic.
Takeaway tea bought on the way, plus sourdough loaf and a dinner-that-is-not-pasta for tonight, given the empty fridge that awaits in our cold house.
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