A hurriedly organised spot of retail therapy amply filled the time until we could drop off our luggage. As we sat in the warmth of West Quay Centre, finishing a leisurely lunch, we were disturbed by the trill of Michael's mobile. It was not good news.
The text told us that the bad weather had lengthened the delay. Boudicca would now arrive in the early hours of Friday morning and embarkation would be mid morning.
Our initial annoyance was partially mollified when we discovered that Fred Olsen's had booked us into a plush suite in the Marriott Meon Valley, dinner, bed & breakfast included. The only downside is that Michael will miss his trip to the Aviation Museum in Bodo and some of the other trips may change. All part of the adventure of cruising. One never knows what will come along to heighten the excitement.
Hey Ho! Nothing is set in stone! We travel in hope! An early breakfast at 6.30 am is still preferable to the 3.30 am start we had this morning.
Morning Call
The strident call awakens me from slumber.
My sleep-filled eyes beheld the ghostly glow.
The digits said the hour was very early.
With weary feet we made our way below.
The taxi horn told us that time was pressing.
The luggage filled the hall behind the door.
Alarms all set, we locked the door behind us
Intent on being adventurous once more.
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