Returning to England

The journey through Germany's secret hinterland, filled with towns you've never heard of with the biggest factories you're ever likely to see, whizzed past as you might expect on an empty speed limit free Autobahn. I made it to Luxembourg before midnight and crashed at a thankfully warm motel for only €20.

This morning's fog made the busier traffic at Brussels more interesting but I still made good time to Calais. Catching an earlier ferry takes away the time pressure for the final leg of the journey.

Appropriately enough, as the Pride of Dover carried me to France on Tuesday, the Pride of Calais is bringing me home. The captain promises we're leaving the weather behind us on the Continent and England should be clear.