Day Six: Home Time!

Day Six: Home Time!

18^th July 2011

Quote of the Day: ‘What are these butter biscuits?… I’m only mashing them into a pulp’ – Kelly in the back of the van.

Up at 2am… Tired Daddy (aka Matt) packed his sleepy kids into the back of the van as we drove off in the rain and mist to the ferry port. Kelly bagsied the floor and was out for the count for the whole drive while Charli and Graeme were unable to put their feet down for the whole 4hours drive and ended up with seatbelts lodged in their bottoms and leg and bum cramps from all the strange (but inventive) positions they tried out to sleep in!

We arrived way ahead of time for the ferry and had to sit for an hour to wait to be able to get booked in. Kelly complained about how tired she was (despite a rather long and comfortable sleep in the van) to which she received a pillow in the face from Charli and a kick from Graeme!

Matt had excitedly found a McDonalds on his way over and as we had such a long wait, decided to head back there to get himself some kind of greasy treat. Unfortunately it wasn’t open until 9am (the time of our ferry) so he decided to keep driving until he found another. This one looked hopeful and opened in 15minutes so we decided to wait until opening time to quickly stock up on food before heading back to the ferry. However, 7.45am came and went and despite us all waiting outside the glass doors in the cold and wind, the staff inside were pottering about without even acknowledging that we were there! We even tried a polite knock to try to get them to let us in, which they looked at us and then carried on. We had to go so we didn’t miss our ferry check in, so our empty rumbling tummies got back in the van L We wondered later if this was because of the way we looked, because to be fair, we all looked a bit white and spaced out only having had 2 hours sleep and not having washed or dressed in normal clothing (PJ / Tracky bottom combos all around!)

We passed out on the ferry for a good few hours before emerging to go and get some food. Charli even braved the showers, which was interesting as the ferry was so rocky that she had to sway with the water as it kept moving away as the boat rocked and people kept running in to the toilets to be sick next to her shower cubicle. Nice!

Once fed and watered and washed and slightly more normal looking, we clambered back into the van to start the long drive back home. With classic games such as ‘What’s your favourite?’ and ‘The Alphabet Game’ we kept ourselves in good sprits and dropped the Winchester crew off at Winchester while the rest of us carried on to London.

Thank you so much to everyone at Le Fourneau for such a great week at Les Vieilles Charrues, we had a wonderful time and would love to come back again soon please!