The morning dawned with a fog across the gardens - it really did look good. As we arrived in reception to ask if a package had arrived, the postman walked in. Talk about timing! Breakfast, then we decided to go and have a look at Blenheim Palace. We'd noticed it was in Woodstock when we visited yesterday. The ferry had been shifted to 1745, so we had plenty of time to kill. As we drove through the gates at Blenheim, we found that it'd cost us around £25 to get in. Sod that. Straight back out again, and a consultation of the GPS told us that there really wasn't that much else to do where we were. It was decided we'd go straight to Dover at that time - we'd probably arrive at 1300ish, but we'd probably find more to do there than where we were. 2.5 hours later, and Dover loomed in to view. We headed straight for the docks so that we could try to change our booking yet again. We mentioned that when we called, the systems were down (which they were), so things might've got a bit confused. We ended up being put on the 1345 sailing. It now being 1305, that was absolutely fine with us. We drove round to lane 124 and waited to be called. On to the ferry, parked up, and walked up to the decks. The boat - Rodin only had two decks, and there's not a great deal to do aside from be ripped off in the shop, or ripped off in the bar, or ripped off in the restaurant. We paid £8 for a plate of chips, and a plate of chips and chili. The rest of the journey was spent trying to keep Sioned from being sick. Soon enough, Calais appeared and we made our way back down to the car to find the alarm going on it. It wasn't too happy about moving around as we pitched and yawed. First thing we needed to do was fill up with petrol. It was 77 Euro to fill it from almost empty, which is pretty close to what we paid at home, so no great saving, although that was the first petrol station outside Calais, so there's a possibility of variations along the way. That done, we hit the road for Brussels. Just over the border into Belgium, we passed by Nieuwpoort. We also saw an impressive crash happen on the other side of the road - a van went piling into the reservation which showered our car with bits of bodywork. Unfortunately we suffered a chip to the windscreen. It's nothing too bad, but will probably need sorting out back in the UK.

We arrived at our hotel at 1845 (after a missed turning) - and what a hotel it is. Beautiful, set on a lake (as the name - Chateau du Lac) would suggest. Dinner this evening was at a pizzeria a short walk away, which was obscenely cheap - 23 Euro to feed the both of us, including drinks. Fantastic service, friendly staff and well worth a visit. We spent the evening being typical Brits by watching BBC1. The room is luxurious, with the bed at least six foot wide (and I'm not joking. It really is). Tomorrow sees us heading on to Koblenz and the Nurburgring.