Gavinskii
Before the moment passes, I thought I would share our Summer trip - my wife and I are in our late forties and our kids are doing their own thing these days - so we thought we would too!
Very losely our plans were to head down to Croatia with the aim of finding the exact pitch on Korcula (an Island off Dubrovnic) which fellow forumite "Slovenia" had left tantalising photos of in the early pages of the "View from your Cali thread".
Broadly speaking we had just over 2 weeks to make the tour and I didn't want to be constantly driving, I wanted to chill out too.
The adventure started on Friday 1st of July when we headed for the Channel Tunnel (having utilised our Tesco Clubcard vouchers ;-) ) to find huge delays, due to some derailment earlier that day. The terminal was swarming with folks, but there was a large Welsh contingent in their football regalia who were destined to not make the big match in Lille that night.
I was more concerned about not screwing up my first carefully planned night - a city centre hotel in Ghent and dinner by the river (I had been to Ghent several times before but never with my wife). Driving distance 150km and less than 2 hours).
A quick phonecall to the hotel to advise I wouldn't be checking in until 9pm (instead of 4pm), followed by a short walk into the heart of the City and a great first night was had (though not if you were Belgium as they got knocked out by Wales!).
Very losely our plans were to head down to Croatia with the aim of finding the exact pitch on Korcula (an Island off Dubrovnic) which fellow forumite "Slovenia" had left tantalising photos of in the early pages of the "View from your Cali thread".
Broadly speaking we had just over 2 weeks to make the tour and I didn't want to be constantly driving, I wanted to chill out too.
The adventure started on Friday 1st of July when we headed for the Channel Tunnel (having utilised our Tesco Clubcard vouchers ;-) ) to find huge delays, due to some derailment earlier that day. The terminal was swarming with folks, but there was a large Welsh contingent in their football regalia who were destined to not make the big match in Lille that night.
I was more concerned about not screwing up my first carefully planned night - a city centre hotel in Ghent and dinner by the river (I had been to Ghent several times before but never with my wife). Driving distance 150km and less than 2 hours).
A quick phonecall to the hotel to advise I wouldn't be checking in until 9pm (instead of 4pm), followed by a short walk into the heart of the City and a great first night was had (though not if you were Belgium as they got knocked out by Wales!).