We said a sad adios to San Sebastian and headed for the ferry home. Everyone (and when I say everyone, Justin I’m really looking at you) always tells us that the boat journey is part of the holiday, like a mini cruise. the problem is, unless we’re in control of the vessel me and Mr G often feel like hostages on boats. Once, we even jumped off a river boat cruise at a lock in Reading and got the train home! So, perhaps not the cleverest idea to book the ferry home- but after so many miles on the motorway, we couldn’t face the schlep to the channel tunnel.

Big mistake! They’ve slowed down the ferry to save money/the environment and it now takes a gazillion hours (well it says 36 but, believe me, it feels like more) across a verrrrrrrrrrrrrry choppy Bay of Biscay. We had fun on a windy deck at sunset but otherwise I worked and Mr G moaned and asked if we were nearly there yet!