After yesterday's long drive to Kent, today Ruby crept out of her bed and awoke Mummy nice and early. In fact we were all dressed and ready by the time the alarm went off. Mummy was not the happiest with this, what with all the snoring coming from George, Daddy and Ruby (nor to mention her own) a good nights sleep she didn't get.
Following a service station Costa Coffee breakfast it was back in the car and off to Dover for the ferry. Ruby and George were very excited about going on a big boat. The White cliffs (or mountains as George insisted we call them) came into view and we zoomed into the ferry terminal. Despite George and Ruby trying their best none of us looked dodgy enough for a second glance at passport control.
The little Badgers waited patiently in the car but soon enough a toilet trip was needed. Ruby went with Mummy and spoke to everyone on the way, Daddy took George and had to rush back as the rest of their row was already boarding the boat.
A simple drive up the ramp, up in the lift and we were sorted. It took a while to convince Ruby that we were on the ferry, but she soon got the idea when it began to move.
The soft play area beckoned with Ruby hold court amongst the older girls and George looking out of the Window for Sharks.
As we pulled into Calais we all watched the dock come closer from the rear deck which kept Mummy's heart fluttering from the height and George and Ruby trying to climb up the sides.
The final leg was another 150 miles on the wrong side of the road. The kids had a good sleep to pass the time and a clear run brought us to our holiday. Ruby couldn't stop asking to see sand, after all we were now in France.
Our apartment is at a sleepy little place at the side of the River Seine. Very nice, but 3rd floor didn't bode well for emptying a fully packed estate car.
Ruby and George explored the playground very well (George only bumped his head once) and bounced on all the beds and hid under each in turn.
All the excitement and new surroundings lead to a very late bedtime with far too much giggling. At least mummy and Daddy got to put their feet up and sample some Normandy Cider and hope for a lie in.