The tempers have snapped.  Two houses up the road the occupants are threatening to kill each other. Their argument is splattered with the dreadful things they are going to do to their respective mothers, and quite a few choice descriptions of bums. These are not permanent residents but have set up a beach bar for the summer and are renting the house.. They will vanish in the autumn mists.
Anyway, here is part of Alice's (Alice who used to be Frank) email which arrived today.
 
Alex came to help me across the CHANNEL. We were up at 3.45am so that we  could get out on the 04.30 lock opening. All this, so that the tide  would be in our favour and we would be able to get into the marina in  Calais – the bridge at the entrance only opens at certain times around  high tide. We had gone a fair way up the coast to Dungerness and then  across the first shipping lane. At the half way point we weren’t making  good time and I was convinced we were not going to make it. Should we  not risk it and go to Boulogne instead?
After  crossing the second shipping lane, the wind and the tide picked up and  we were zooming towards Calais at 10 knots, but it was still touch and  go. Getting near the entrance to the harbour a large car ferry came  steaming up behind us. If we stopped, would he run into us? Was there  enough room to get out of the way? Were the red lights just for the  ferries? I made the wrong decision and went for it. The pressure of  getting to the bridge in time and the block of flats peering down at me  made me panic. I went to the right and the ferry to the left as we  entered. I was so close to the entrance wall, I took some fishing lines  with me. Lots of not happy, shouting people.
We  made the bridge opening with about 20 minutes to spare. This was now  2.00 pm. As we moored into the side of the dock, the marina man said we  were in trouble. They had already been on to him about us, for not using  the VHF to radio in. We had tried 3 times but been unsuccessful. It  turns out that the channel we had in our guide book was wrong – 5 years  wrong! Sure enough, a port official came to take me away. He photocopied  my documents and gave me a ticking off. Alex managed to take a photo  before heading home. The next afternoon 3 police officers appeared at  my boat. I would have to accompany them to the station the following day  for an “audition”. I was tempted to ask if I was required to sing, but  the situation was a bit serious. In fact I was a bit upset about making  such a bad mistake.
The  next day 3 different gendarmerie took me away to the station. I showed  them the book and explained what had happened and they were  understanding and were a little sympathetic. They still had to phone up  the justice department,t to see whether I should have to pay a fine of  500€. Thankfully not. 
I  spent a very unhappy week in Calais and was close to giving up. Alex  came over for the day to help me take the mast down. The crane man  helped too. Eventually Roberto came to help me out of Calais and into the  canal system. All the preparation I had done to find out what to do,  didn’t seem to matter much. Anyway it all worked in the end.
Don’t miss the next update with more escapades!
Problem with the connection so I am sorry that I can't send any photos...