Going home

 

6th August 2022

I had to get up early. When I was walking around downstairs, it was like the opening scene from Home Alone. People were moving with purpose. Bags were being filled and moved strategically towards the front door. I decided to take my time with breakfast and enjoy it.

I knew the drive would be long. I braced myself and made sure my favourite toys were in reach. We were the first to leave and everyone waved us off.

It only took two hours to reach the ferry port. I was surprised until I heard that we were leaving from Cherbourg and not Dieppe (which is where we boarded). Annoyingly, our super speedy ferry was two hours late. Because of this, we had to drive the car on very quickly.

Okay so seats were not great, it was annoying to get onto the boat … but boy it was very fast. I liked being outside with mum and dad. The sea looked great and the wind power was very strong; this boat was cutting through the waves.

We got to Poole - which looked lovely- still two hours behind. It took forever to get through immigration as there were only 4 boots with UK immigration officials in them. We had a lovely lady check our passports and I gave her a little wave as we left.

The drive home was uneventful. We went down the A34 which I heard my dad said he loved. With only 30 minutes to go I was bored and had enough. I am not proud of myself, but I started to scream. The result was that I got to watch my favourite TV … which was great.

Once home I was tired. I therefore left my dad to empty the car, grandma to get fish and chips and mum to get me ready for bed. I decided to go to bed early so mum could enjoy her fish and chips.

I have loved my holiday … I just wish France was a little closer.

Toodle pip