Our Brittany ferries sailing finally departed around 09:15 and I’m fully loaded with anti sea-sick pills.

The Club class cabin is nicely appointed with TV, fruit, water and a selection of biscuits. It is though close to the bow of the boat and this isn’t the best place to be in a force 9 gale. .

In fact, dry land is the only place to be – we are still a couple of hours away from the Bay of Biscay and the ship is heaving big time.

I used to tolerate sea motion but this tolerance appears to be fading as age advances. Still, the Stugerons appear to be keeping physical symptons at bay but whether or not tonights dinner hits the spot remains to be seen.

The bar at the rear of the boat isn’t too bad but it’s close on 5pm and I haven’t dared to try a beer yet. Times of old a few pints of beer would cure any motion sickness. In fact most any illness!

We are 8 hours in with another 16 to go. Correction it’s been changed to 18 more hours as progress is slow.