o'er this world's tempestuous sea

I would have thought that the best place for me would be somewhere in between France and England. Well, no! When we arrived at Dover on Thursday for the ferry, we were warned that they hadn’t yet received permission to take the boat out. We were allowed to go, but it was “rock ‘n’ roll” as the French would say! We weren’t supposed to get out of our seats during the crossing, but two or three minutes out of port I got up and ran to take refuge in the toilets. I spent the crossing saying to myself, “You managed 9 months, and this is only one hour!”

Anyway, it is good to be in France with Marc’s family. Simon is very bunged up with cold, and gets tired easily, but he seems pleased to see everyone again.