i was very nervous about travelling to the isle of wight because you have to go on a ferry. and i’m not good on transport. which is why i walk everywhere.
it was a wet and windy day and the boat was quite rocky. but it’s only a short distance over a secluded bay. i thought isle of wight was near france. but it wasn’t.
here is someone else’s ferry:
and here we are enjoying luxury corned beef sandwiches on the luxury ferry:
when we arrived i was dissapointed to discover that they drove on the same side of the road as us, used english pounds and even spoke english. how frightfully british.