Up 5.45 am. Quietly set up the MH for the journey, started engine at 0650 (naughty!) and exited site as quietly as possible. Uneventful run to Channel Port, only a few miles. No queue at check-in. Charged additional £10 again for change of booking. Formalities passed for Bryn without fuss. Checks made for illegals on board by Border Agency chappy, then straight into queue. Given our own lane (dog on board?) alongside a very impatient Spanish man with his family. Thought we were queuing for the Rodin, which, worryingly, had evidence of contact with another hard object on its starboard side (getting all nautical here). Then our vessel arrived and docked at Calais 5, which made our queuing position a little more sensible. We amused ourselves playing cards in the back (having failed to pick up any TV signal from Blighty). Eventually the marshalls appeared, with the Spaniard trying to communicate in English. Even started his engine, and edged forward for a better view past us. Why don’t people realise we will all arrive at the same time, whatever position we are on the ferry? That said, it was particularly satisfying when WE were pulled out of lane first and directed onto the ferry ahead of everybody! Positioned in the open on the rear deck, it was looking like we were to be off first, but I knew that had its own problems. When we landed, we were directed to the inspection area (see, I was right!) but a DEFRA guy just wanted to check Bryn’s paperwork, which only took a moment or so. And off home, with more than a couple of breaks, one for a snooze as tiredness kills, you know!
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