Isle of Wight
When we went to bed, the lights of Dover shimmered on the horizon as we slipped through the English Channel. Behind us was another grand dinner in Queen’s Grill, this time with maple carrots accompanied by a bottle of Cunard’s own red, a Grenache–Syrah–Mourvèdre blend. Overnight the rain set in as we traced the British coastline toward the Isle of Wight.
Our last morning aboard was a busy one, with all guests – even those continuing to New York – required to go through immigration formalities in Southampton. Much of the time was spent queuing before we could finally disembark and catch Southwestern Railway’s 9 a.m. service to London.
Looking back on our maritime adventure, it feels like we truly experienced everything I had hoped for. Just as in 2007, when we travelled to Ireland together, it has been a joy to share the journey with my dad and hear his many anecdotes from a life spent crisscrossing Europe’s railways. Ahead of us lies one final day in London before we fly home tomorrow afternoon to Copenhagen and Malmö, where I am already looking forward to dinner with my childhood friend Gabriel.