I must confess to not sleeping that well on the boat. As a former Sub Aqua Instructor, I`m more used to jumping off boats than sleeping on them, so when dawn broke just before 4am, I was out on deck and surprised that we were so close to shore.

There were a few other bleary eyed insomniacs about too

By around 5am, the lorry deck had cleared and turned into a skating rink. It was quite funny to watch some of the trailer tugs sliding around whilst trying to hitch up.

Driving off the ferry, we came across a sign. To those reading, it said "UK Border" but to all of us, it said something completely different. It said "You are home"

There was a Morrisons just outside the port, and we thought it would be a good idea to stop for a final breakfast together. Trouble was, at 6:30 in the morning, no-one had told the staff that we were coming. Here we said our goodbyes to a fair few friends.

With an instant change in scenery, we knew we were back in the UK

Where we then drove back to a fuel stop in Suffolk that we used on the way down here.

By this time, the holiday was well and truly over and Chad and I just wanted to get home. Chad was also very aware that I also had a 200 mile drive to do once we had reached Birmingham, so with that in mind, we decided to bid our farewells and make a run for it.