Turns out I did a bit of both, started watching 'Game of thrones' and fell asleep, I dozed for a couple of hours before my alarm went off at half 3, I gave the van the once over and headed across the roundabout to the ferry terminal, I checked in and parked up, there was little to do apart from try and grab another hours sleep. I woke again to the sound of engines being fired up and followed suit, the ferry was quite nice but leaving France was never going to allow me to enjoy the trip home.
As the lights of Dieppe faded into the dark distance so did my willingness to stay awake. I slept for most of the journey and was startled awake by the captain doing what I can only describe as the nautical version of a handbrake turn to get us in the right place to enter the tiny harbour of Newhaven. What a dump, sorry if I offend anybody who may read this and may be from Newhaven but what an ugly place, I felt almost embarrassed that this was the first sight of the UK that some people will have, there was a literally one other ship there and it was being filled with scrap metal by a largish rusty crane that looked like it should make some sort of suicidal attempt to load itself on as the last of the payload.
What followed was hell. A journey that the ever faithful - apart from that morning last week - satnav said would take a mere 5 hours, satnavs however have no awareness of what a bank holiday is nor what a demoralising, unkempt, idiot infested stretch of concrete the A303 is.
7 and a half hours later I was pulling in to Mum's driveway, I opened the door and the badger was waiting, she jumped into my arms and sniffed and wiggled and licked for a good 5 minutes before putting on her best "you left me alone" face and retreating to the garden for a sulk.
That was it, adventure over.
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