After surviving a strange night in a strange B&B (I had booked a hotel, not a B&B), with people walking around in front of our door and a cat meowing and scratching on our door the whole night, we went downstairs and had breakfast.
We had to sit down at the family's own breakfast table with two other families that managed to eat three times the amout of a normal breakfast while we were waiting on our food. Without talking about it we both knew that the other one felt vastly uncomfortable and tried to make it a very quick breakfast.
As soon as we had finished our meal we found out that the B&B didn't accept credit cards. With having spent all our remaining cash on French toll booths the previous day, we had to run out and get money from an ATM before we could leave. I seriously played with the thought of just leaving and not going back to pay for a good while on the way to the bank.
The rest of the drive to the ferry went relatively smoothly. We stopped for a quick lunch, fueled up the car and made it back to the ferryport in a good time.
We were back in Ireland at 11 in the morning on the next day, happy to be home.