In cabin 812 aboard the Ben My Chree 8.45 out of Douglas bound for Heysham. There is something exciting about being in a port as dawn arrives. It’s the start of an adventure. In our case we are off home, via the Wirral where we will pay a visit to Anne’s sister Sarah. I have fuelled up with a bacon sandwich from the caff and have purchased a small carton of milk so that we can have proper cups of tea instead of using the UHT muck they give you.
Although in recent years we have flown to the Isle of Man from Liverpool we are experienced ferry goers. On the Heysham route it is an essential survival tip to book a cabin. The best way to survive a rough crossing without seasickness is to lie down for the whole journey and maybe get some kip.
The kip bit will be welcome enough as last night was not a good sleep. Firstly I always wake up during the night if i have set an alarm and secondly the bloomin side gate kept banging in the wind. I ended up having to get up at 4am to shut it properly. When the alarm did eventually go off it came as a shock to the system. Urgh!
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