January 2 – train to Portsmouth

Airbnb was a bit iffy I felt – through an open gate, down an alley between two buildings and there was the host urging me on. She was working, so in a rush. ‘Leave the bike out here – it’s quite safe’. This was not to be the first time that I had taken what I thought was a risk. Up rickety stairs to a very small basic room. I have to get up at 5.30 to catch the ferry, so went to bed. I was still coughing a lot and feeling grotty, but the bed was fantastic – really comfy. So I slept well.

Bike secured on the Ferry to Caen