So… Holiday day one is done. We are all aboard the ferry destined for saint malo.

I eventually packed the bags and loaded the van. It was all a struggle as i hurt my shoulder over the weekend and whilst having a few wines. I decided I needed to get my hurty shoulder looked at before we went away. I went for my appointment, described my situation, and realised that I’d actually slightly dislocated my shoulder! The honest tale us that whilst enjoying a party I’d decided (arguably I’ll advisedly) to do some cartwheels. On reflection it was a bad descision! The dislocation was reduced and I was allowed on my merry way provided I don’t lift my arm above my shoulder or sleep on it! Clearly this man had never been in a camper van!

We left home following some minor tweaking to the bike rack as the brake lights were not working quite right. The run to Portsmouth was completely clear and the sun came out in time for our departure.

We found our cabins and then headed to the bar, and had a picnic before popping up on deck…. As we went past the round turret near the entrance to the docks we could see mum and dad who’d come to make sure we left the country! Lots of waving and shouting!

We enjoyed some “entertainment” for an hour before settling the scamps in to their beds… We had a girls room and a boys room! Stew and I then sat out in the corridor, with bathroom mugs and shared a bottle of wine and watched all the goings on….. Which included the boy 5 rooms down getting locked in the bathroom, the baby 3 doors up not wanting to go to sleep despite his parents best efforts, and many slightly squiffy elderly couples reminiscing about how they used to do the same! It was really quite fun!!!

A great start to the holiday…. Tbc