Travel by air and you’ll see airports, travel by land and you’ll see landscape, travel by sea and you can expect to get a good night’s sleep. For this reason, I take the overnight ferry to Hook of Holland for a weekend in Den Haag. Stena line ferries are not just for cars, they take foot passengers too. I use a rail-and-sail deal connecting Liverpool St station to port in Harwich, where judging by the décor in the waiting area it is still 1982. Not so on the Ferry where a pristine world of swirly carpets and brass handrails spreads over several floors. It’s surprisingly peaceful up high above the waves and the views are wonderful from the restaurant. The people-watching is also rich: travellers I spot fall into two broad camps: hauliers glad of a few hours’ rest and a pint at the bar, and swarms of beige-clad early retirees queuing expectantly with trays at the buffet counter. On the fringes a few backpackers and French families can be spotted. I’m the anomaly. The Stena Britannica an
Short stories and story-fragments about wanderlust