And we are off, taking the blog and the dog to Brittany on the ferry. Coincidentally, the Bobbers were having a bob as we left the port. They are under the red arrow waving.

Lola has taken to seafaring like a pro and is nestled down, deep in her bunk.

Another friend saw us leave from afar.

Funny that this busy port is a stones throw from the front of our house and yet all we look out on is trees and a tranquil school sports field. On a really high tide we can see the top floors of the ferries. Sometimes we feel the power of the engines through the foundations of the house and we hear the tannoy messages if the wind is in the right direction.

I love transport hubs so it was fascinating to see why and what causes the clunks and bangs we hear.

I also have a fascination with the rust that builds up on ports and harbours where the sea meets the structures.

Just imagine this beautiful rust is just 200 yards or so from our house and I have never seen it before.

Bon Voyage.