A church, a drive and a cabin

 On the boat in a small stuffy cabin in the bottom bunk. The dog looks hopeful, a human is awake and responsive. Give him a pat and he whinges gently. Look about, see that light is coming in around the curtains.

After leaving the hotel yesterday, after enjoying a lovely late breakfast, go to the church at the top of the hill. The church was designed by the architect Le Corbusier, and is extraordinarily beautiful. It is probably one of the most beautiful modern churches. The heavy concrete ceiling appears to float over the walls. Take a few pictures. One can never tell if they will do it justice or not.

After viewing the church in all its glory start the journey to Dunkirk. It is a distance of some six hundred kilometres, altogether involving a time of roughly six hours. After a confusing visit to St Quentin with all its narrow streets and no parking spaces, have a roll and a cup of coffee each at a petrol station on the motorway. The roll was not good, it was no more than industrial food.

Arrived at the port, went to the wrong quay by accident. Upon settling all of that confusion, and then dealing with the very friendly people at the reception desk, settle down to a long wait in the line of cars,

After loading the car a friendly swedish woman guides the three travellers with the dog to a tiny cabin with bunk beds. After settling a bit, go out onto the deck with the son and watch the harbour pass by as the boat leaves the port.

Then have a meal, it is a strange meal. The cooks are very friendly, they make up a special meal for the son, in consideration of his not eating meat. He is really delighted.

Then retire to bed, it is really almost a stat of collapse. Lie down on the bed and fall asleep at once. Some hours latter wake up and change into sleeping clothes.

This morning the son gets up to go for a walk on deck. He returns with an unhealthy greenish tinge to his face. He is feeling very sick. Wait until he feels a little better, and then both go for breakfast. Breakfast is fine, but the movement of the boat increases and the son starts to feel most unwell

The nest hour is spent with him suffering, and bravely trying to eat his breakfast. 

Finally give up, and accompany him back to the cabin. He lies down there, and starts to fall asleep.