The Leaking Bucket

When I was little my parents used to take me and Sis on day trips to France.  We'd get on the ferry in Portsmouth at about ten pm, kip down on the floor somewhere and then get off the boat in Caen or Cherbourg or Le Havre at six the next morning.  We'd have the whole day in France before getting back on the ferry at about four in the evening.  It was great, I used to love it.  Everything was really cheap over there and I'd stock up on sweets, explosive bangers and toys, getting twice as much for my pocket money as I could back home in England.

These trips used to cost no more than about ten quid, thanks to vouchers printed in the local paper, and we'd all have a great day and Mum and Dad would come back with the boot of the car filled with wine.

Those days are all gone now though it seems!  With the pound as pathetic as it currently is, I reckon the French will be coming over here soon for their day trips, going home with THEIR boots stuffed full of English delicacies!  They must be loving it; boot's on the other foot now, eh?!

If you do still fancy mooching over to France though from somewhere other than Dover, LD Lines are probably the cheapest option, especially if you're going as just a foot passenger.