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To sea.

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Probably not the best weekend to go to France by sea. It seemed quite calm as we left Newhaven though the beach looked a bit savage. A teenage boy drowned there a few hours later. On board our ferry the holiday atmosphere soon turned to tense quiet punctuated only by muffled retching as walking on the see-sawing decks became almost impossible. The French crew seemed to positively enjoy it, striding about with their disposable gloves and little jars of vomit-absorbing powder. My mother got sent flying across the floor when a particularly big wave slapped us. It was one of those slow-motion events, in which I knew I really should reach out and catch her, but somehow spent too long thinking about it to actually do anything. There was also an evil part of me that found it hilarious. Dad also got rolled (literally), but was unharmed thanks to his protective layer of blubber. Then she went into one of those very dramatic nervous shock reactions, all pale and slurring her speech. Christ, it was like being at work, but without all the monitoring equipment to reassure me that nothing was really wrong. The captain came down from the bridge and apologised. He'd been zig-zagging to avoid container ships, he explained. They gave Mum a cabin to sleep it off in for the rest of the crossing. I spent two hours watching her in that windowless cabin, wondering how my parents had turned into frail elderly people without me noticing the transition.

Newhaven's inshore lifeboat doing nothing much. It would be very busy later.

Newhaven beach
Newhaven beach.

Jana with the instant friends she made on board.

Mother, recovering.



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Nov. 2nd, 2013 01:59 am (UTC)
Wow, what a trip. I would have come unglued.
Nov. 2nd, 2013 02:52 am (UTC)
Oh dear. Poor mum!
Nov. 2nd, 2013 09:22 am (UTC)
The Newhaven beach photo is great.

Poor mother-of-Ben. And poor Ben, for the scare. I know what that's like, my father has regular (as in almost daily) dizzy spells that never cease to be frightening.

I'd like to see a documentary on the people who work as waiters on those big North Sea ferries. They must be from really sturdy stock.
Nov. 2nd, 2013 07:46 pm (UTC)
I absolutely love ferries but that does not sound lovely (although enjoyed the description a great deal, despite what actually happened). My mother sometimes collapses dramatically when stressed/too cold/not enough food etc and over the past few years it's very much become me on the 'looking after' side, although I think she'd still check I had my dinner money if left to her own devices
Nov. 5th, 2013 10:55 am (UTC)
providing nothing really goes wrong people falling over is the most hilarious thing ever (simple minds...)

My coworker was trying to get to the island of Föhr on that Monday night, (which didn't work out), and he recounted that he was standing outside with his fully packed Rimowa suitcase that was lifted horizontally off the ground by the winds.
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