Topic: Travels
Up at 7.00 and out of the house by 8.30 to give us plenty of time to get to Dover. The sky is clear blue, the sun is out and there is a lovely fresh, spring breeze.
With the bikes on the back of the car, there is a noise much like a 300lb bumble-bee buzzing behind us, as the wind vibrates the straps on bike-rack when we exceed speeds of 70mph. This noise will accompany us for the next 2 days all the way down to Montargis, where we pick up the motor-home. Callum isn't sure about this noise, and peers back at the bikes for the bulk of the first leg of trip to Dover.
Despite our fears that Callum wouldn't be happy to be in the car for such a long time, he is as good as gold.
We arrive at Dover with half an hour to spare before departure, the port is virtually empty and we sail through passport control - not even really having to show our passports. No queuing at the approach to the ferry, we are waved straight on. Literally 5 minutes after parking and climbing up onto the main deck, the ferry departs! This is great, but we wonder what would have happened if we had turned up at 2.15!
Callum loved being on the ferry, looking out of the window at the sea and seeing other boats.
