Yesterday we attempted a big Hollywood style welcome for our granddaughter who was arriving home from France.

Everything was set up, we knew which window to wave at. We had tracked the ferry.

Everything was set.

And then we missed the moment by a moment.

You might think that a docked ferry suggests more than a moment, but from regular ferry watching I can assure you that sometimes it takes me longer to reverse my car into a parking space than for these ferries to nip backwards into the port. I am confident that we will be easily forgiven by an 18-month-old. But next year we really do have to get our ‘A’ game on. It is always the people who live closest that are late.