Some time into our fourth hour in a stationary car, the kids and I passed a happy five minutes zooming in on the traffic jams on the BBC website to see if we could see ourselves. We didn’t, but we saw the two vans taking humanitarian aid to Ukraine, which by this time were sitting alongside us staring at the dock. We watched an interview with the drivers from a while earlier – lovely guys. I wanted to wave at them, but the kids explained in quite a detailed way why that would be the worst thing ever to happen. Welcome to Dover, on the first weekend of the Easter holidays.
We’d been hit by the travellers’ curse: may you encounter conditions so extreme that you find yourself on the news.
