19.4.1976 Channel

The Channel crossing must also come under the jurisdiction of Monday, as its eighth and final hour did not come until six thirty this morning. I had had no sleep – conditions (or rather a vociferous party of “people from Widnes”) were unfavourable.
The journey back to Bridlington was painlessly quick – or at least it seemed so. Read some of my PCF literature to pass the time away, amongst incredulous exclamations by a few surrounding juniors of “Cor! Can you really read all that?”
The homecoming was proceeded by the inevitable handing out of gifts. At the end of the day, everything seemed pretty ordinary again – apart from memories that will stay with me for a long time to come ( and possibly will be refreshed yearly) it was pleasant to get back to my own bed and catch up on the sleep I lost last night.