The best laid plans of mice and men !

It's 2am on Wednesday and yours truly should  be tucked up in a snug cabin fast asleep dreaming of forthcoming adventures as we gently steam across the English Channel leaving Portsmouth behind.

But I am not

In fact we have had to hot foot it from Portsmouth and are now sat in uncomfortable seats on a ferry out of Dover heading for Dunkirk

It's been quite an evening! All was fine as we arrived in good time at Portsmouth and found succour at the Gunwharf Quay at a trusty All Bar One. Arriving at the terminal an hour before sailing we handed over passports only to find that Bish had in fact changed name and sex, he had his beautiful one's passport. O dear, to say he was vexed and discontent is a bit of an understatement.

O dear.  O dear.  O dear.

Bish enjoying his snug cabin

On French soil -
 and in good spitits........