French Macaroons
After munching through the complimentary breakfast, he settled cross-legged on his cabin bed with the look of a happy little leprechaun to monitor our sea faring progress, while I admired the complimentary fruit basket and box of multi coloured macaroons.
Beyond the spray spattered windows of the ferry the waters of the Channel at Portsmouth were an alarming shade of green, the impressive full size bronze of a horse nuzzling the lower deck carpet seemingly trying to escape the overpowering smell of stale sewerage.
Rumbling out toward mid Channel, whipped up by the forecasted hefty winds into what the husband termed knowledgably as being ‘lumpy’, the boat began to lurch, but the water had at least turned a more reassuring earth tone.