On Saturday I experienced the worst channel crossing I've ever seen.
It was bad enough that I'd got up at 5am, that there was a blizzard on the motorway and that a lorry had jack-knifed blocking the road so we sat in a traffic jam for almost an hour. When we arrived at Dover I was about ready to turn round and go home, but I cheered up a bit when I got to eat a nice fried breakfast.
Unfortunately the sea was incredibly rough and about an hour later I enjoyed my breakfast again - in reverse.
Next time, it'll be the Eurostar for me.
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