With Louisa learning Spanish, then a trip to Spain is surely justified on educational grounds alone; thus off we went for a grand adventure. But aside from sending her on shopping trips in search of breakfast (apparently she knows the Spanish for several kinds of cake judging by the haul she came back with…unless she just pointed and smiled) we also made sure she had some fun too.
I had a fabulous birthday in Belgium despite a slightly ‘exciting’ start.
We took the Eurotunnel early on Monday and after getting up at crack of dawn, being misdirected by the roadworks on the M25 we just made our check-in time only to discover that our train had a couple of broken carriages so we ended up getting bumped to the next one.
Having made it to France we were running out of fuel, only to discover that the service station at Cité Europe was out of gazole. Cue a rather frantic drive in search of fuel. The miles remaining indicator really does reach zero. Who knew?
However fuel purchased we set off to Belgium and a Trappist brewery (or at least the visitor centre) for lunch and an exclusive beer. Then on to Ghent where we had afternoon waffles and then (some of us at least) swam in the outside pool at the hotel before heading out for all you can eat ribs for dinner at my favourite Ghentian restaurant.
My birthday itself involved awesome presents, another swim (we were determined), more waffles, a rather nice wander around Ghent and a good lunch before heading off to a beer warehouse to bring back rather a lot of Belgian beer. We finally arrived home about one in the morning on Wednesday. A good value birthday treat I feel.
Every year (yes, every year) we head off in August to Cropredy Festival for a good time involving some fantastic music and the most friendly festival around. We’re part of a small group who help out welcoming (and putting wristbands on) the media visitors to the festival. So here is a snapshot (literally) of my day at Cropredy this year.
By nine o’clock we’ve got up, breakfasted and headed up to the cabin at the top of Field 6 to be ready for our first arrivals of the day. Looking across the festival site people have been arriving to camp for a couple of hours already.
Back in January, I took my beloved, but rather looking worse for wear Morgan to a local Morgan specialist:
I went and picked her up today, complete in her new Alverston Red livery, with Polar leather interior with Cranberry piping.
I’m very happy!