Trev has bought us very nicely onto ferries, the first ferry trip I went on was late summer 1973 or 74. You would think that the weather in September would be quite calm but it most certainly was not. It was blowing such a gale that the swell was about 10/12 feet, in the inner harbour at Dover! We even had to do a 'drag start' to get the car onto the ferry whilst the ramp was level enough. Despite the conditions the captain decided to put to sea, and as the destination was Ostend and the trip was overnight we had booked the basic accommodation which was a 'dormitory' type accommodation, the ladies one was amidships but the mens was in the bow of the ship. The ship was heading directly into the wind and every 20 seconds or so a wave would hit, and it was like being inside a base drum. Due to that I was unable to sleep so I made my way up to the cafeteria, which was almost empty and I ordered a full English breakfast, I was tucking into my breakfast when a member of staff came over and asked me not to sit so close to the entrance as potential clients on seeing what I was eating were turning green and rushing out. As you can gather I must have been born with sea legs. On another cross channel trip, this time in winter, IIRC November the sea was like a millpond if a bit foggy, it was so calm that you could see the reflection of passing vessels in the water.