The ticket said a one-hour crossing. After an hour we were halfway across the Channel, with no sandwiches. Our first day in England brought a lesson about time zones, a free tyre repair, a storm on the White Cliffs and seagulls that spread our rubbish everywhere.
Over 1,500 km through the night from Poland, and then a kilometre of sand between the dunes and the sea. This is how our trip to Great Britain began: running on the beach in Gravelines at low tide.
Three weeks, four kids, a tent and almost 5,000 km: from a kilometre-wide beach in Gravelines, through crabs at St Michael's Mount and the magical Puzzlewood forest, all the way to Loch Lomond. Our day-by-day plan and what the British rain taught us.
