Coming back through Dieppe 4 weeks ago, about to board the ferry home, as I came out of passport control I passed a family saloon that was PROPERLY being searched, a real strip out, kit everywhere, Mum wrangling errant kids, and the car's nooks and crannies all being closely inspected with torches, mirrors, white gloves, the lot.
When I pulled up 200 metres further on, a chap I'd been speaking to earlier said that the car had been just in front of him. When the border chap asked where he'd been, he said "I've been in France, what does it f*&%&g matter to you?"
Apparently it did matter...