An overnight bus ride from Amsterdam to London, my unreasonable happiness, exposed and laid bare.

After a morning in-between, the prospect of a night in-between didn’t seem that bad; an overnight bus ride seemed like the best way to get from Amsterdam to London.

And yes, I arrived safe and sound, but a little more worn down than expected, a wee bit more churlish and prickly than normal, craving a bit of “home”, cleanliness, and a proper cup of tea, for starters. Ah, the joy of travel…

“The last long solo trip”, I say, although friends won’t believe me. We’ll see.

Delayed, Calais, France