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What a terrible night! We'd decided against a cabin at a cost of nearly one hundred pounds in favour of reclining chairs at five pounds each. Wrong move. Some of the other occupants in the saloon talked until late, ate their way noisily through packets of crisps and biscuits, snored, coughed etc. Angela noticed for a couple of hours the ferry was not moving, anything to kill time on a crossing that in the daytime takes five hours. Consequently we were tired, very tired this morning as we disembarked at 7 am. John wanted to photograph the sunrise, but was shouted at not to by an official as we were in a restricted area, probably because of the nearby marines base. But John being John, duped the official and took the photo. By 8 am we were home and tucked up in our own bed until mid-day. Four weeks two days ago we'd set off on our adventure. We've met some pleasant and interesting people along the way, and we wonder where some of our fellow travellers are now, especially the young French couple from Vannes. Our journey took us through the beautiful Loire and into eastern France. To start with the temperature was in the low thirties, too hot. By the end we'd experienced night time temperatures close to freezing and copious amounts of rain. But here we were, home, safe, tired but pleased we'd achieved our goal to cross the Swiss border. We are already thinking about another cycling trip next May. Yes we're sad to be home, but you have to return so you can set off again.