We arrived at Fishbourne at 3.30pm and took our place in line for the ferry. The sun was getting low in the sky, making it gloomy and chilly, so I was pleased when the ferry turned up and we rolled on to the ramp for the journey back to Portsmouth. As the ferry turned around to face the right way, the gulls flew around the boat and the winter sun glistened on the water. John decided he would go outside to snap a few pictures and I said I’d join him shortly. But as I sat comfortably in the warm listening to the humming engines and the splashing of the water against the sides of the ferry, my head lolled sideways and my paws dangled over the edge of the soft seat and I was gone, snoring my furry little head off apparently.
When I came to, Natasha was admiring a rather splendid photo John had taken of the sunset. I gave my face a quick lick to get the sleep from the eyes and looked around. I could the Solent Sea Forts coming into view, telling me that we were almost there. The four forts were built on sandbanks and shoals to defend Portsmouth Harbour from attack and also have the advantage of warning ships about the shallow places and sandy elevations that constitute a hazard to navigation. The sea forts were the last thing I remembered when I woke up at home in my favourite bed next to the radiator, and I went back to sleep to dream that I was romping through the forests with the beautiful jaguars and the lovely tigers.