Jaws

Sighs of relief as we boarded the ferry. The sickly boat that we should have been on an hour and a half earlier was tied up on the other side of the pier.
Over 400 miles and 9 hours later, after a safe journey on very busy roads, we relaxed in the sunshine on a lovely little five-van campsite just south of Chesterfield. Friends whom we haven’t seen for two years had travelled over from Lincolnshire in their motorhome and we had a very happy evening catching up.