In Brugge.........(Not the film)

We set off for Bruge, Belgium, leaving Solihull at 6am, and made for the 10am ferry from Dover to Dunkirk, France. It was an enjoyable, if uneventful crossing, the main event being a huge breakfast enjoyed by the four of us. On arrival in Dunkirk, it was just a 50 something mile journey into Bruge. Our B and B was right in the centre of the city, and so once we had unloaded the car, Dick, our host directed us to the car parking, where we would leave the car during our stay.


Con Ampère - Bed & Breakfast

This was our room in the B&B in Brugge, a must stay at, if you ever visit this beautiful city. http://www.conampere.be/ info@conampere.be this was my first stay in a B&B so was not sure what to expect. The owner Dick and his wife Tineke, could not have been more friendly and helpful during our stay. We ate breakfast on the roof terrace and sat out there in the evening too.

Girls in Brugge..

Just look at the intricate stone work.

It was like looking at a picture post card, each turn of a corner brought out more "WOWS" and "Can you see that?"

So much cheese and only 3 days.......

Belgum is famous for it's Chocolate, Lace and Beer......... we sampled all.

"Big Jim" & "Bald Lee" (there is a story there)????????


So much pointing!!!!!!!!

Look up there Jim...
We all had sore necks at the end of our stay.

A very nice 'Greek' meal.

I thought this photo looked better in black & white.

Our stay was over too quickly, and soon it was time to load up the car for the drive home to Solihull. The previous two days had provided us with fantastic weather, but Thursday we woke to grey skies. and very much cooler temperatures. But as much of the day was to be spent in the car travelling, we didn't mind too much.

After a huge breakfast, we set off around 10am, intending to take a slow drive along the coast to Dunkirk. After our first stop however, we re-assessed our position. The wind had now picked up, and it was almost impossible to stand upright it was blowing so hard. So lunch on the beach was out. The consensus of opinion was that we make for Dunkirk, and maybe get an earlier ferry.
It was a pretty good job we did, as when we got on the ferry, the captain announced that as the weather conditions were not favourable, we may be delayed getting into Dover. As it was we were 15 minuets late leaving because of the weather. The crossing did indeed prove interesting, with the front of the boat lifting and dropping back down onto the water, causing huge spray. It was nigh on impossible to walk anywhere unaided, as the ship was rolling around so much. Jane went a very peculiar colour half way across, but managed to keep her dinner down.

We disembarked about an hour later than scheduled, completed customs without a hitch, and headed for home. Lots of heavy rain, tons of slow moving traffic. Welcome back to good old England........