My cabin in chaos. It's late afternoon - I've yet to unpack. It's lifeboat drill and early dinner is 6.15pm
As our captain says 'Ladies and yentle men out beautiful chip Braemar where a year last Christmas I broke my arm learning the slow foxtrot. Don't worry boys - I shall keep my promise not to dance.
Our first port of call - lovely Honfleur. a classic French experience. A casual coffee where my French was understood. Helping a fellow passenger buy pyjamas - apparently he had forgotten them and then an aperitif watching the boats bobbing and the world go by- with a delicious lunch to look forward to.