As I left Reedham, I was surprised that the sat nav asked my if I wanted to avoid a ferry. I was interested what this
We slept well overnight and woke to find our selves sailing through the gap between Corsica and Sardinia. The crossing was perfectly calm throughout, like
As you can see the cheesy lounge singer is really packing the place out. In fairness, most of the other passengers are lorry drivers and
If there is a definition for ‘shower of shit’ then the experience so far of Grimaldi Lines is it, and I’ve not even got on
Well, we made it. A moderately eventful crossing. The channel crossing was a little choppy with not too much swell, but once we got around
We’ll, here we are again, waiting for a ferry to take us to faraway lands. This time, a 26 hour voyage to Santander in Northern
A very short ferry trip, the Bac de Barcarin, crossing the Rhone River into the Parc Naturel Régional de Camargue. Cinc Euro. No, thank you.
After a typically slow start this morning, we decided to leave the île-d’Oléron and head towards Bordeaux. Before we get there we have the opportunity to see one of the less populated parts of France, the Gironde peninsula. Land of pine forests, sand dunes and beaches.
A somewhat dreary drive down to Kent, a very lovely evening in Tonbridge Wells (thanks Debbie), and then onto Dover for the ferry. Next stop Calais, but then where? Still undecided!