Bye, bye, Blighty - bonjour Calais

The coach left the hotel in the middle of the night, as if it were fleeing the scene of a crime.

Leaving at such an ungodly hour did mean we sped along the A303, and the M25 - both places notorious traffic hotspots. The journey gave me the time to sit back, relax and devour the Saturday Guardian.
We arrived at Dover on time to catch the late morning boat across to Calais.
It's been a whirlwind of a holiday, the week seemed to go by in a flash.
We've seen, and done a lot.

Definitely worthy of a repeat :)