Crossing the Channel

Fri, 02 Jul 2027 00:00:00 +0000

There’s a moment, rolling off the ferry ramp into France, where every instinct you own about which side of the road to be on quietly files for divorce. We crept out of Roscoff at a stately fifteen miles an hour, both of us saying “right, stay right, right” like a mantra, and somehow didn’t hit anything.

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Crossing the Channel