Toasty warm night and a dry morning but clouding over, which presented us with a dilemma. Do we wander into town before or after packing the bike? Hmm, breakfast or dry luggage?
My head doesn't work first thing in a morning so reaching a decision was impossible and we compromised. We walked across the park for milk and croissants, then loaded the bike over breakfast. I need food the minute i wake up and Louby has the same urgency for a cup of tea.
Cravings suitably satisfied, courtesy of delicious almond croissant triangles from the bakery next to the petite casino, we walked back into town leaving a fully loaded bike pointing in the right direction and ready to roll.
Louby has been a good girl this holiday and deserves a treat, so we called into a couple of little shops that caught our eye last night. First stop was a pretty little frock shop, where we relieved them of one pretty little frock that was sat in the window display.
It was then on to the lingerie shop where Louby was treated to some fine French lingerie, retrieved from rows of carefully sorted and labelled wooden drawers by an eager assistant.
Bags in hand, we walked back to the site. If we weren't saving ourselves for the ferry then we could have been easily tempted by some of the street food on offer along the high street. The smell pulled you in long before you could see it, but we've got a P&O banquet ahead of us so passed up on the opportunity.
We said goodbye to the cheery people running the site and hit the road in far from perfect weather.
We broke the monotonous but necessary journey with a few stops, including one to layer up and plug in Louby's heated vest and another to polish off the remaining breakfast croissants over some extortionate service station coffee.
We had just enough time to call into Brugge before boarding the ferry, although there were police cordons around the main square (presumably for the football) so it took far longer than expected to find somewhere to dump the bike. Still, we explored some pretty little cobbled side streets and enjoyed our wander.
We boarded the ferry in what we thought was good time, but the departure was 45 minutes earlier than listed on our tickets so we probably cut it really fine.
After two weeks camping, the simple luxuries of a steaming hot shower, clean fluffy towels and a proper mattress is beyond measure. We peeled off our leathers, had a long hot shower, then changed into the freshest of our well travelled clothes. We then stopped for a quick drink in the bar before heading down to annihilate the buffet.
Rest assured that we're safely on the ferry and heading home. See you all soon!
230 miles
My head doesn't work first thing in a morning so reaching a decision was impossible and we compromised. We walked across the park for milk and croissants, then loaded the bike over breakfast. I need food the minute i wake up and Louby has the same urgency for a cup of tea.
Cravings suitably satisfied, courtesy of delicious almond croissant triangles from the bakery next to the petite casino, we walked back into town leaving a fully loaded bike pointing in the right direction and ready to roll.
Louby has been a good girl this holiday and deserves a treat, so we called into a couple of little shops that caught our eye last night. First stop was a pretty little frock shop, where we relieved them of one pretty little frock that was sat in the window display.
It was then on to the lingerie shop where Louby was treated to some fine French lingerie, retrieved from rows of carefully sorted and labelled wooden drawers by an eager assistant.
Bags in hand, we walked back to the site. If we weren't saving ourselves for the ferry then we could have been easily tempted by some of the street food on offer along the high street. The smell pulled you in long before you could see it, but we've got a P&O banquet ahead of us so passed up on the opportunity.
We said goodbye to the cheery people running the site and hit the road in far from perfect weather.
We broke the monotonous but necessary journey with a few stops, including one to layer up and plug in Louby's heated vest and another to polish off the remaining breakfast croissants over some extortionate service station coffee.
We had just enough time to call into Brugge before boarding the ferry, although there were police cordons around the main square (presumably for the football) so it took far longer than expected to find somewhere to dump the bike. Still, we explored some pretty little cobbled side streets and enjoyed our wander.
We boarded the ferry in what we thought was good time, but the departure was 45 minutes earlier than listed on our tickets so we probably cut it really fine.
After two weeks camping, the simple luxuries of a steaming hot shower, clean fluffy towels and a proper mattress is beyond measure. We peeled off our leathers, had a long hot shower, then changed into the freshest of our well travelled clothes. We then stopped for a quick drink in the bar before heading down to annihilate the buffet.
Rest assured that we're safely on the ferry and heading home. See you all soon!
230 miles
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