There are many ways to cross the Channel.

You can fly, drive through the tunnel, take one of the numerous ferry options or for those of a somewhat  healthier disposition than myself, sail, row or even swim.

But to my mind only one option captures the true beauty and passion of the trip. The Ferry crossing affords the traveller vistas like this and the time to enjoy them.Image

Admittedly the crossing was not without it’s challenges. The lavatory in my allotted cabin did not flush. Not a good feature in a lavatory at the best of times, but on a ship potentially disastrous, if not for the current incumbent then surely for those hearty sea farers to follow. The chief engineer was sent down to check this out. “It does not flush ” he said in broken English. “I will call someone to get it fixed” he informed me. I told him that is exactly the course of action I had settled upon and now fate had brought us together some 40 minutes into the cruise.

Having been assured that the issue with the errant lavatory would be dealt with I thought this would be a good time to load the wallet up with Euros as I had none with me prior to departure.

I asked at the information desk as to “the whereabouts of the bureaux de change?”

“It is closed” was the reply that met me like a wet flannel in the face.

“When will it be open? I enquired.

“It won’t” snorted the rather unhappy looking info desk lady.

“We only open on departure”. A less than useful service on a 5 hour trip!  She went on, “I made an anouncement”. She then added  in a rather accusatory tone, that I must of heard her announcement .

“Well I didn’t”. Possibly because at the time “I was too b****y busy trying to get the damn toilet into something like flushing working order”

Despite Brittany Ferries attempts to scupper my dreamboat experience the images I took while the sun was setting made the crossing all the more worthwhile.


Memories of a beautiful day spent in Normandy last Summer.

Mont St Michel, Roches de Ham and Chapelle sur Vire…a great day out.

A great day out in Normandy France. Shot with a Canon 5D Mk III and Go Pro. The sheep I am told are renown for their “ready salted taste’ resulting from the fact that they graze so close to the sea.Thanks to Pete Nancy and Tess for their patience.
Polderisation and occasional flooding created salt marsh meadows that were found to be ideally suited to grazing sheep. The well-flavoured meat that results from the diet of the sheep in the pré salé (salt meadow) makes agneau de pré-salé (salt meadow lamb), a local specialty that may be found on the menus of restaurants that depend on income from the many visitors to the mount.
Normandy is famous for it;s cider production. The Cider served at Roches de Ham is sweet and very refreshing on a warm day spent overlooking the Vire valley.