So, after the hottest night ever, as it turned out that in the stinky, hospital like, ibis room (don't ever stay in the ibis budget in Portsmouth) the apparent air con was actually an air heater. Ugh, we had to pack up and move out to get to the port to catch a boat. Packing up wasn't so hard, stopping the boy from eating more baby wipes was significantly harder and we had yet another episode of trying to fish a bit out from his still biting teeth (we failed). After what seemed like days watching the cars load onto the boat and feeling very inferior with our single roofbox and only, baby wipe eating, child as opposed to two roofboxes, three flaxen haired, outdoorsy kids, five bikes and a trailer, we got into the ferry,
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