The sun wakes us up at 7. It was super cosy to sleep in our small tipi tent under one big zipped-together sleeping bag. But Zeno has to poo, so we quickly dress ourselves and run to the shower/toilet.
It’s funny how every daily habit becomes a big activity when camping. We try to make breakfast in the strong wind that Storm Floris left behind. It costs us 30 minutes of setting up our kitchen, lightning the gas and cooking. But eating our semi warm oatmeal and sipping our semi warm tea in the sun is also what makes camping so special.
We do our dishes, breakdown the tent and pack our car. It’s 9:30, time flies when camping. It’s a two hour drive to Dover and our boat leaves at 13:40. But two hours makes easily three hours when taking into account tanking, buying lunch, eating lunch and spending our last pounds.
We spend the final hour at the ferry terminal leanring car brands and socialising with other families before the ferry takes us back to the continent. The children play in the kids area while Tim walks circles on the outside deck. We can see both the white cliffs of Dover and the harbor of Calais as it’s a bright day. After two hours, we arrive in France.
It’s still 6 hours to drive to Perassay, but we feel refreshed after the break at the boat and ready to make some kilometers. We decide to see how it goes, we can always decide to stop at a campsite if we feel we’re done.
But that feeling does not come, and at 23:30 we arrive at the best campsite of Europe. Sleep well!
