Rising at 4am gives you a long day filled with a fuzzy brain. I caught the train from Manchester at 5am and rocked up in Bournemouth at 10am, followed by a short hop on another to Poole and the ferry terminal.

The ferry was pretty packed for the journey to Jesery where almost everyone, bar maybe a dozen people, got off. Apparently Jersey is popular.

Arriving at 8pm local time I cycled an hour to a municipal campsite. Now to bed...