Felixstowe Docks

The dinner party went well last night. The restaurant was rather loud for conversation with anyone sat more than two seats away though. We moved on to a pub garden overlooking the sea while the sun set to carry on chatting.

After breakfast at the hotel, Martin, Vikki and I went to look at the docks and the river estuary. We watched the shipping containers being unloaded. Strangely fascinating!

We met up with my ex at Simon’s in-laws-to-be for a farewell cuppa before heading home. We made better time than yesterday with less queueing for the Dartford Crossing.

Storm and Piggy were so pleased to see us they didn’t give us a hard time for smelling of another dog.