As we were travelling back I realised Dad hadn’t taken sea sickness tablets. It was like somebody had stolen my chance to do this. He got escorted off in the ambulance. I'm not sure Beth and Michelle knew what to say, not a lot to say really, apart from I'm so sorry or a comforting hug. Mum ran over and hugged me, I just burst into tears on her shoulder. This was the end of my channel swimming experience, no glory of landing in France, just a feeling of utter disappointment and despair. I don’t mind admitting that I found that quite hard to forgive. With time I did, I realised that could happen to anyone. None the less, it was still an expensive mistake.
Happy swimming all!
André