We have a real French breakfast today before departing on our long day of travel. Fresh baguette, croissant, paid de chocolat, butter, egg, fresh juice….
After a 3+ hour train trip from Paris to the port of Cherbourg we take a taxi to the Brittany ferry terminal. We arrive well in advance of check-in time so stop in the snack bar for a cup of tea. Turns out there are only 5 walk-on passengers for this ferry, which seems big. Turns out it’s the smallest of the Brittany Ferry fleet – Slightly over 500 feet, and a capacity of 1200 people. There are two loading ramps to get to the “garage” decks. The cars drive up to a deck that is above the freight deck.
We get on the ship and are able to put our luggage in the locked luggage room near reception on Deck 7. There are a lot of cabins, and it seems some elect to spend the journey there. There’s a self-serve restaurant, a duty-free shop, a café, and a bar. There are 2 decks with large rooms offering comfortable reclining seats with one deck being reserved seating and the other, deck 5, open seating. We find 2 seats and leave our sweaters there before going to the top deck, No. 8, to watch our departure.
Cherbourg is a very sizeable, protected harbor area with a nearly enclosed boat basin with lots of masts visible. The outer sea wall seems to have several fortifications but it’s hard to tell what’s there. After departing our berth, the boat next to us also heads out slightly behind us.
Just before fully leaving the area the pilot boat charges up along side and I’m able to take pictures of the ladder being tossed over the side and the pilot making his way down it and then stepping onto the pilot boat. Fun to watch!!!
We were delayed 15 minutes arriving at Poole. Our chances of catching the 22:38 train were growing slim. We disembarked with the other 3 foot passengers to the awaiting bus and joined a long queue of freight trucks. Turns out everyone was being stopped at “passport control” which turned out to be the only form of immigration control for us. I didn’t fill out any paperwork!!! No date of departure or address information while visiting. Nice, but weird!
The bus dropped us off at the nearly deserted ferry terminal where there was a phone to call a taxi. Two of the other passengers where on the phone there to call the taxi company and we chatted with the ferry company employee standing by. We mentioned our hope to catch the train in 25 minutes which seemed doubtful now that the time to call a taxi was more than 20 minutes. He, very generously, offered to take us over in the company van. We offered to pay but he refused, and we were able to get the train we wanted that we thought we were going to miss.
We got to Weymouth at about 2320 or so only to find a deserted taxi stand at the station. And the wait at the taxi office across the street was about 30 minutes. It was just past midnight when we arrived at Anne’s flat…. Tired but glad to have the journey over.