Frankly, I’ve lost count of the number of times I have refused to get on the cross- Channel ferry at Dover.
Forget stabilisers, pills and those bands you put on your wrists. I was once seasick on a lilo at Brighton beach.
So it was with trepidation that I boarded Tauck’s MS Sapphire, which glides peacefully along the River Seine — so peacefully that at times it was hard to tell whether we were moored up beside a leafy bank or on the move. What a sybaritic way to travel. Blissfully comfortable, super-king beds, wet-room style bathroom, two floor-to-ceiling windows and all the trimmings you expect from a boutique hotel.
