Waiting to embark at Plymouth for Roscoff.

The cyclist to the left was so loaded up I reckon he was on his way to Africa, or the like.

The old boy on the right, who must have been cracking on 60+ was on his first cycling trip abroad. I asked him what made him decide to go and he just said ‘you av to dontcha’. How cool is that?

Good plate of food on the ferry.

Breakfast didn't go down so well. All I can say is thank god for wet wipes.

I swapped my bike for a more French thing

Cheap and cheerfull? Hammer House of Horrors, more like?