“Okay, she says we can go back to the car,” explains my future husband. We join a pack of lorry drivers in their uniform of stretched jeans and checked shirts heading for the vehicle decks below, all of us jostling for room on the metal stairs. We are eager to return to our cars and trucks to get the next stage of our journey underway and leave the confines of the ferry behind.
As we reach the car in the under lit car deck, my partner smiles as he peeks under the blue tarpaulin that is wrapped tight over the trailer. “It’s all still here; everything you own safe and sound on Dutch soil,” he announces.