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I had to leave school directly after the last lesson at 3.20 PM in order to stand a chance of catching the ferry at Folkstone on time. The ferry was due to leave at 6 PM. Arriving with time to spare meant I would be traveling dangerously close to the peak time on Friday evening, and what’s more I would need to join the infamous M 25.
I need not have worried, I managed to arrive at a subdued Folkestone harbour at around five ‘o’ clock. I was pleased that it was in was in a southerly direction that I was traveling, as I joined the motorway the traffic on the opposite carriageway was at a standstill and vehicles were bumper to bumper for several miles.
Folkestone harbour was suprisingly quiet, not that it is very busy, even at peak times. There was something amiss, I feared the worst, and my fears were founded when I was told by a French speaking official that the Seacat was not running due to technical difficulties.
Eh, alors. My immediate thought was one of having to wait until tomorrow. Had he not of directed me to Dover, to catch 6 PM Seacat from there, I would have had no choice but to stay the night locally.
The relief of arriving almost an hour before the ferry was to depart, instantly vanished, and my one concern was to reach Dover in time to join the ferry.
‘How long will it take me to get to Dover?’ I asked.
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‘It is only eight miles, and there is a motorway.’ The weather was inclement, as it usually is in February. When I left , Essex was shrouded in heavy cloud, it had been raining since lunchtime, although the temperature was suprisingly mild. As I reached Kent the skies cleared a little and the rain eased up. I arrived in good time, Dover appeared not to be too busy, which made my journey less fraught. Next........ |
