The day is almost over as M.V. Queen Anne progresses along the English Channel.   A few people are in small groups around the ship as the rest complete their packing, ready for the dreaded trip home tomorrow morning.

For most guests, the day has arrived to cram more into their suitcases than they came on board with. 

When I awoke this morning, we were still in the Bay of Biscay, which had calmed down only slightly, but as we became south of Cornwall, the seas then settled down. 

I am sending excess items by Royal Mail so that I may have plenty of room when it’s my turn to pack in two weeks’ time.  For the first time, I had (with my travelling companions) breakfast, lunch, and dinner in the Britannia Restaurant.  We attended a midday lecture in the Royal Court Theatre delivered by Keith Muras relating to the end of Portuguese colonialism in Africa, with some railway interest that inspired me to attend.

My walking efforts today were disappointing owing to lethargy and a still painful heel.  It wasn’t until almost midnight that I achieved my personal target of just 7,500 steps. 

After our final dinner, I joined Malcom and John in the Royal Court Theatre for an unscheduled performance by the Flyrights.  Martin had left the dinner table early to wrestle with his packing.  To increase my steps total to my minimum target, I took a walk around the central part of the ship before eventually heading to my stateroom.

The curtain is almost down on M.V. Queen Anne’s second voyage.  Tomorrow is another day.

Many thanks for reading,

David 23.40  B.S.T.  In his stateroom.