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Our final day would be leisurely. We were under three hours from the ferry and had five hours to get there. Antwerp was the only real obstacle in our path. The traffic was horrendous, but we managed to sneak through the quieter way. The faced a toll, the queue of which was longer than all but one border (Moldova-Romania). Seemingly, the Dutch don’t believe in service stations so we swung off into Steenbergen, the final resting place of Dambuster, Guy Gibson. It was scorching

Our first goal was to make it to the ferry. Anything after would be a bonus. Typically, Jim wasn’t where he usually was so required picking up enroute. At least this was on the way for once. Then, after the joys of driving through Hull on a Friday evening, we were on. There was the small matter of finding out our magnetic UK bumper plate didn’t have anywhere to stick to, but the ferry shop came to our rescue. Winning a £20 bar tab at the onboard quiz put paid to our intention