Got home at 9.30pm myself. We had a 10 minute monsoon near Dunkirk and a short shower as we rode into the ferry terminal. (Minutes later, it was another monsoon as we watched from cover!) delayed ferries with tugs needed to push them into dock and out, and more puke on the ferry than Sid Vicious could manage in 1977, but great fun all the same.
The cross winds two up were a little to be desired on the motorways. I would like to take my hat off to my brave pillion, who took it all in her stride whilst being the pack horse as well.
Also a big thanks to Slob for showing me the way to the motorway from the hotel.