Hull

After a long drive to Hull, Ewan sabotages my attempt to cheer Ellen up after a vigorous bout of nose picking left her sore and bleeding.

We've just left Hull and had our tea in the cheapish buffet restaurant with the other proles on the poop deck. There is a more elegant restaurant reserved for passengers of breeding and distinction. 3G reception is still available. Tomorrow we drive 400 miles so that we can have a few days around Strasbourg.