Rhi Axtell – Writer

A quick Google tells me it is called Mal de débarquement syndrome. What that means is that even though we left our overnight ferry at Portsmouth far too early in the morning, and then took a three and half hour train from Portsmouth to Cardiff*, the world is gently swaying from left to right, like we are still on the ship.

*an awful train, by the way, wouldn’t recommend. Hasn’t improved since I took it back in 2013 and I didn’t like it then either!

Julie and I are both suffering from it. More than once I have stumbled into the living room and found Julie lying on the floor, groaning.

I’ve tried to have a nap but that pesky, gorgeous sun is too bright and the world is too beautifully lit up. Who could nap on a day like this? A voice whispers in my head.

Well, me, please. I would really like to nap, thank you. We don’t need more cheese-based blog posts from me written in wild, tired dizziness (or maybe we do?)

I’m not sure where constant swaying fits in with the whole ‘slow travel’ philosophy. I’ve bought a book, but they haven’t mentioned it yet.

Anyway, I continue to take things slow. The world rocks left to right and back again, but I am happy to be home.

Please excuse me while I go lie on the floor and groan.

See you next time.