GREAT ESCAPE TRAVEL
Just minutes before we boarded the Channel Islands ferry at Poole, a cheery-looking man from Condor Ferries tapped briskly on our car window. “How are you at reversing?” he enquired casually, beaming at us from ear to ear.
“Not too bad,” mumbled my normally confident husband Colin, ruing the fact that he was in the driving seat and had just been asked the caravanning question he dreads most of all. “Excellent!” came the reply. “I need you to reverse on at an angle, because space is very tight. Don't worry, I'll be behind you, guiding you all the way.”
To his credit, he kept his promise, and despite Colin's qualms about reversing obliquely up a slight slope, all went swimmingly and we boarded without a single hitch (or scratch).
As Colin's adrenaline spike started to plateau, there came another tap on the window. “Great job!” said the man with the unfailingly
