Well that was hard

Firstly let me say how much I hate my new nemesis: The Kent Countryside. After 90 miles of the so called rolling hills I can tell you there is nothing rolling about them.

Of course it doesn't help realising you've been going the wrong way for miles. The sinking feeling was enough to make Neal cry!
Well after 12.5 hours we made it to Dover by the skin of our teeth as it went dark within 30 minutes of arriving.

Good night Zoe and give Peterson a kiss from me.