I had planned for us to be up and out at six o’clock this morning so that we would have had plenty of time to check in for our ferry at 10. I had planned to pack all the panniers ready, so that we could roll out of bed, roll up our sleeping mats and hit the road. Trouble is, I had a few beers last night and decided I’d have plenty of time to do the packing in the morning as long as I got up at 4.30. Obviously this didn’t happen. So finally, once we were packed up, we headed off for our ferry. Apart from being later than planned things were going beautifully. Bikes were running smoothly, sky was cloudless blue, sun was warming the fresh morning air, and we had a breeze on our backs as we headed off for Dover. Considering neither of us had cycled for over a month, let alone a fully loaded bicycle, we made good time, riding the 25 miles without a break, and straight onto the ferry. After a brief but poignant gaze over the railings at the white cliffs of Dover I caused a small security alert by wandering off and leaving my bar bag on the deck. It was a smooth crossing and an hour later we were on French soil in Boulogne. We were both a bit tired, so we checked the GPS and headed for a campsite four miles down the road. Being France, campsite reception was closed for lunch until three, so we settled down on the grass in the shade and relaxed. Eventually we were given a pitch high up on the hill, with lovely views over the rolling hills and trees. The sun was still high in the sky, and we laid in the sparce shade provided by a hedge and the tent itself. Kez was somewhat alarmed to discover none of the toilets had seats, or toilet rolls. Very strange and uncomfortable, hopefully this isn’t the norm in France. Once showered and refreshed we took a stroll (including a spectactular tumble from Kez, right outside the reception office) into the small seaside town of Equihenne Plage (sp) though sadly we could’nt find any open shops, from which to buy groceries for our dinner. I did point out a small cafe bar to Kez, I could see the beer taps shining invitingly through the door however Kez wasn’t prepared to brave the company of what she called ‘dodgy looking swarthy Frenchman’ who were sitting outside sipping beers. So after taking in the view over a fantastic looking beach and finding some delightful little holiday cottages with upturned boats for roofs we trudged back up the hill to camp and feasted on our emergency ration super noodles in view of at least two families who were happily tending their gas fired barbecues. An unexciting end to an otherwise successful day, we’re truly homeless, jobless and aimless!