Mine and dad’s boys’ adventure continued today.  A bus, train and a tram journey all in the same day.  Holidays don’t get much better than this (as Greg Wallace would say…if he presented Holiday 2015…and liked transport). Today we went to Ghent (which the Belgians spell Gent, which explains why you find so many men […]

Myself and dad have become real men on this holiday.  No, we haven’t wrestled a bear with our bare hands or anything like that, but we have observed a lot about buildings.  (Perhaps I should have said we have become real “blokes’).  Every morning we have discussed the roofs, plumbing and cladding of the neighbours’ […]

We arrived in Bruge by 10:00 am, dropped our cases at the left luggage in the station and then headed off around the town.  Those of you know my mum will know that last year she had her knee replaced. She had the other one done the previous year.  In fact, at Christmas, when dad […]

So, after returning the Samurai Kid’s knife to the car, we headed up the gang plank (if they still call it that these days) onto the ship.  We were greeted by a very friendly couple of Philippine assistants who checked our tickets. We then were greeted at the door by another couple of stewards, from […]

You find me writing this bobbing around on the North Sea.  Let me explain. My dad has always had a thing about going to Bruges.  No idea where this has come from.  I have only been to Belgium once and found it a slightly odd place.  It is best know for being the head of […]