Crossing the Channel

It was a most wonderful day for setting off on the choir trip to The Ardennes. We rose at 4.30 am.

Mist clung close to the ground in the fields adjacent to the A50 as we drove into Leicester. A persistent fog patch shrouded us in Northamptonshire on the way to our third pickup point.

I dozed most of the way. On board the P&O ferry from Dover to Calais, the English Channel was very calm. I think the clear plastic water bottle on the table sets off the milky blueness of the water.

Our coach driver explained the security fences on either side of the road. We saw The Jungle, now virtually indeciperable amongst hummocky sand dunes. Just three concrete paths give an indication of where it used to be.

A long drive into Belgium finally reaching our hotel, Floreal La Roche ,around 8 pm. All were grateful for a meal and a shower. Len and I went to bed although I'm sure others headed for the bar.