It’s a testament perhaps to where our minds were, that on a near perfect cruising day, when everything went right, there were no delays anywhere, every bridge and lock opened for us metres before we arrived, and as far as we can recall the sun shone brightly all day, that the only image that illustrates any part of it, is the one taken to remember where the car was parked in Bruges.
The first bridge opened at eight this morning, and with a full crew aboard to keep the breakfast and coffee coming while underway, we were there precisely on time. Entirely as planned we were safely in our berth in Diksumide by ten past lunch o’clock, the boys set off for Bruges by train to retrieve the car and the girls did whatever girls do when left to their own devices for the afternoon.
Today was a holiday for most, and a minor inconvenience for those intent on foraging for dinner when all of the convenience stores are closed.
Fortunately, the station in Bruges is large enough to contain one of those “Mini” convenience markets, which even by mid afternoon held enough fresh produce for Pat to apply his magic later in the evening.
We discovered the car right where we left it right next to the column with the hippopotamus on it, which was fortunate, as not long afterwards we discovered that all of the columns had the same smiling hippo, the meaning of which may well remain one of life’s great mysteries.
As the evening closed in, we were enjoying ourselves immensely I think, all four of us, ignoring the hippo in the room; the countdown clock ticking away in the corner was down to the number two.
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