Planes & docks
It’s the morning of our short ferry trip to Calais and the camp site’s owner turns up to collect the £8 cash we owe him for a night on his gorgeous field. What a truly interesting character he is! He takes some time out to show us around his pride & joy and we respond with *ooooohs* and *aaaaaaaaaahs* as he divulges how he got into flying and what kind of people come to hang out on his land. I’m almost crying over the fact we never got to taste his ice cream but then the anticipation of taking our own pride & joy across the channel to do what it’s supposed to do takes over and we say our goodbyes [see you next year!] and head off to the docks. France, here we come!