Our hosts made us a round of ham sandwiches and waved us off, and we began the long journey back to Dunkirk and the 6pm ferry.
There was a small detour to visit a Breguet Deux-Ponts in the grounds of an airfield. It's in use as a café, though sadly wasn't open this morning. Instead, a caretaker greeted us, apologised for not speaking English and offered a glass of ice water, which we gratefully accepted.
Time to make for the main roads and rack up some serious miles. We sat in a layby to eat our sandwiches ("Bon appetit!" said a passing walker), and made one final stop at a supermarket for petrol and supplies. Looking at my haul of biscuits, grenadine, sardines and tins of lentils with sausages, I realised I had inadvertently created a Brexit stockpile.
We made the ferry in plenty of time and sat on deck until falling temperatures drove us in to the lounge.
Docked at Dover, we emerged into a golden evening that made me fall in love with my home country again, as always happens after a holiday spent falling in love with other people's countries.
Total miles: 1732