They weep, they weep, but they never sleep, because of the noise of the trains.

On Friday afternoon while (I sincerely hope) you were all Boogying, I was sitting slightly squashedly in the back of Steve's Volvo as he hurtled down the motorway towards Dover. Once we'd wended our slow way through the jams, extreme hurtling was called for to make the 7pm ferry.

( We arrived at the check-in point at about a minute past seven )

( But we made it to Brugge )

( We danced )

( We ate and drank )

Designated Hero of the Week is Angi for organising the whole thing. Close runner up is Steve for driving me there (and back).