Straight off the ferry onto the autoroute, which was much less scary than anticipated. The motorway was almost deserted apart from vast numbers of flying insects which splattered themselves all over my visor and just-cleaned vehicle.
It was very weird driving on the right. I remained constantly afraid that I would find myself head-to-head with a large lorry, and it took me a while to work out which lane I should be in at roundabouts and which way I should indicate when coming off them. (I didn't see many French drivers signal at all, mind.) French roadsigns are also peculiar.
Never mind - we made it. Left Lewisham at ten past two; arrived at the hotel in Arques at ten past nine French time.