Moules frites, half a bottle of Cote du Rhone & a tarte Normande later, it was around 9pm. I'd stationed myself at a table right by the window and could see anyone walking past on their way either back to B10's or to any one of the bars lining the harbourside.
When my travel companions - from whom I'd been separated in Rouen around 4 hours earlier - hadn't arrived by this point, I knew they must have missed the train after mine.
I was starting to get a little unnerved. It was getting cold outside, the others clearly weren't in Dieppe yet, I didn't know where the house was and it was getting more likely that I'd have to consider the possibility of a hotel for the night. But I had no idea where the hotels were, whether I had enough money to pay for a room, or even if there would be any rooms available, since it was - after all - a bank holiday weekend (yes, in France too).
Before I panic, I thought, I'll quickly have a scout around for where we live. I know it's around here somewhere and perhaps my memory will be jogged if I give it a go.
Turns out I'm not that stupid and I found the place pretty quickly. I peered in through the kitchen window, but no - there was noone home and it didn't look as though they'd been back either.
After returning to Pirates and finishing my cocktail (though I was sufficiently on edge at this point that I'd pretty much lost the taste for it), then checking with the restauranteur the location of the nearest discoteque - B10 had mentioned earlier in the day that he fancied giving it a go that evening, and I was scraping the barrel in terms of places I might be able to bump into them - I headed to Cactus bar to wait it out.
Cactus was open until 2am, so at least I'd be warm a little longer.
To be continued...