5.30am: Woke up to Danny Boy this morning. NO!!!! Not the ******* shipping forecast again! Also Cherbourg smells of rotten fish and I’ve developed a cold.
Went into town and acted French. Ate mussels, bought Camembert and French sticks. A trip to the booze shop ensured a library of drink to browse over in the next few weeks, and we spent the whole afternoon/evening eating French stuff, drinking French red and listening to Sam’s travel stories. Is there a country he hasn’t been to? He often referred to Tom The Ocean Hippy in his stories of fake passports, moonshine and bribery, so we’re hoping we get to meet him. I’d be interested to know what an Ocean Hippy looks like.