Under the English Channel

We all slept well overnight at Folkestone. I think it was at the Drum Inn. Up early again and off to the Chunnel. We managed to get an earlier train. Security at the border was virtually non existent. No one asked to see my new passport. It only took us 35 minutes to go under lots of water, I think it was called the English channel. Enough time for a cup of tea and breakfast, even better for me as I got a biscuit and denti stick. As we drove off Mum said to Dad something about the clock changing, she also spoke about him remembering to drive on the right.

In Betsy in a train in a tunnel under the sea.

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