On a bit of a sudden whim we decided to go to Bruges for the Christmas Markets that they have in several of their squares The journey to Folkestone is the hardest part of this trip by far, as once you are across the Channel it is only an hour and a half of easy driving and you are there. So we drove down to Mrs P’s Mum’s on Thursday night so that we could catch an early crossing on Friday morning and as it all went to plan we were in Bruges at our hotel just after eleven. We had deliberately chosen somewhere within the city walls so that we would be able to easily walk around, but even so our satellite navigation in the Paceman effortlessly took us to the front door of the hotel. Continue reading
We have been a bit lazy with our blogging lately and there is no real excuse. You might well think we had done nothing for the last few weeks but in fact we gave been quite busy and this is the first Sunday at home for a while, so now we have some time to post some pics and tell our tales.
Mrs P has been absorbed by World War Two in various guises. This started with a trip to the Tower to see the poppy display. It was only when she realised it was a temporary display and would be dismantled after Armistice Day that we made plans for the trip and as it also coincided with her son Duncan having a play put on for Halloween on the 1st November it would make a good weekend break. Continue reading