At 13 my dd2 and a same age school friend did a day trip to Calais on their own. Train to central London, across London, train to Dover, ferry - and back again.
But I don’t mind admitting that the other mum and I said OK only after much angst-y dithering, and were in a tizz until they were safely back.
This was ages ago though - I wouldn’t allow it now - Calais is not what it was.
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