Rentrons-Nous...

Could have been an easier trip back to Blighty... A week before we went there was an email that our 5.20pm ferry had been changed to a 6.50pm ferry. That ferry was then delayed by about an hour. Meaning that the place we were staying in Tunbridge-Wells, a fantastic place with a great bar, and a mere three rooms, had to be phoned to cancel our dinner booking. Fortunately, when you stay in quality establishments my darlings, the kitchen rustled us up something for our arrival.

A couple of pints in the bar followed, chatting with two dogs in there (genuine dogs, I'm not being bitchy (if you'll pardon the expression) about anyone).