Staring beadily at Dover Castle and its position relative to the ferry window strut, attempting to ascertain whether we are stationary or just moving extremely slowly.
Given that The Channel is doing a fair impression of Piccadilly in the rush hour today, we may be experiencing the nautical equivalent of being stacked over London (with a splendid view of the White Cliffs rather than the Thames).
Best Beloved has his nose pressed to the glass in manner of someone desperate to drive on the left and swear about the M25.
Minnie’s Musings 
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