Last weekend a group of us went to Bruges. We took the EuroStar on the Friday after work, having a picnic on the way, and stayed at a hotel within a few minutes walk of the centre. The weekend mainly involved drinking, eating and being tourists – a brewery visit, climbing the Belfort, visiting the chocolate museum, going on a boat around the canals – and of course, me taking lots of photos.
(And please join in with Mr T’s call for a caption competition!)
Mr C summed up the whole day, when I passed him on his way to work this morning:
“I feel like going home, changing into shorts and spending the rest of the day in the park”
Hell yeah. Well, I managed to spend lunch down by the river, and bumped into Stu running down the Thames path, which will have to do I suppose.
They said on the news that the good weather would help the turnout at the local elections. I don’t think it would have stopped me voting even if it was chucking down, but it’s very sad that so few people take it seriously enough that the weather plays a noticeable impact.