Today we woke up and thought, let’s go home! Home as in the UK, not NZ. We’re not ready for that yet, we’ve already had our winter in Norway. The ferry from Cherbourg leaves at 6.15pm, so that gave us plenty of time to get there. We didn’t have a booking, and no idea if there was availability, but we’d deal with that when we got there.

I navigated my fancy waypoints to take us there on the back roads. But after a while even that became laborious, so we sucked it up and took the main roads. It was a Sunday so it wasn’t too busy.

We arrived at the ferry port at around 3pm, and thankfully there was space, so we booked it. It was quite a bit more expensive to travel on a Sunday than a Tuesday, but we just wanted to get back now.

The ferry crossing was a little bit wobbly and I felt a little sick at times, but it wasn’t too bad. I had chicken and chips and Mike had beef bourginon. Since we’ve been living on stale baguette and pasta for the last few days, it tasted pretty good.

It was almost 10pm when we arrived into Poole harbour and the smell of smoke from strong. There had been a series of fires in studland and swanage, and these are mostly caused by stupid humans.

We arrived in Poole and it was dark. We tried to camp at our usual place at the ferry port, but they wanted 15 pounds. Crazy! We haven’t even paid that much for a campground in Europe with showers and toilets included. So we declined and headed for Westbourne.

We tried to get a park on Nick and Ems’s street, but it was full. So Mike tried to do a 200 point turn to turn around, but failed. So he ended up reversing down the entire street. Thankfully there was a nice flat park at the street opposite. There were blocks of flats on one side and the trains on the other. We were so tired we didn’t care. We fell asleep listening to the trains moving around.