It takes just about as long to get from York to London as it does to get from London to Brussels - 2 hours each. I have to admit to being a bit of a baby when it comes to tunnels though. The idea of spending 25 minutes deep under the English Channel doesn't appeal to me at all, so I made sure the rescue remedy was readily to hand in the front pocket of my bag. As it happened I hardly noticed the time in the tunnel - it seemed to slip by seamlessly while we were eating our lunch and the next time I looked out the window we were speeding through the moody and misty fields of Normandy. What a relief!
|Canal by the station|
|From a bridge on our walk to the hotel|
|Next sweater design?|
We were warmly welcomed by our friendly receptionist and took the lift to our room thinking what a lovely place it was. So when we set off to find some supper that evening, we were completely gobsmacked to find the most fantastic spiral staircase beckoning at the end of the corridor. Beautifully crafted out of oak and wrought iron, with a circular stained glass roof window at the top, it just made you stop in your tracks -wow factor par excellence! Forget about the gym, if you can walk up and down a staircase as sylish as this, who would take the lift?
|Little dragons - could almost be fossilised|
chocolate? - each holding up one oak step
|All made from white, milk and dark chocolate!|
|Another chocolatier's window|
Everywhere you look is just magical - and that's even before the Christmas lights went up. This was happening on our final day there, but they hadn't been switched on when we left. However, if they're anything like the rest of Bruges, they'll be spectacular. Nothing is left to chance here, conservation at its best in what must be one of the finest medieval cities in the world.
P always likes a brisk pre-prandial walk and achieved it on this occasion by choosing an obscure Italian trattoria back in the direction of the station. I was ok with this as it's always nice if you can eat with the locals, but it quickly became obvious to us that the people of Bruges do not eat out on a Monday night, as there were only two other tables occupied. This didn't bother P as the food was fine, but I love people-watching, so bit of a let down for me in that respect. However, wandering around did give us a chance to get our bearings and we were back at our hotel in no time - much quicker than the first time around.
|Other side of the Markt|
By the time we got back we were more than ready for a good night's sleep, eagerly anticipating the fresh delights Bruges would be revealing to us in daylight.
Don't go away, there'll be more pics and posts anon covering the rest of our trip.
PS Don't miss the new free pattern on my website, Drift, a cool and cosy cowl to keep the winter blues away - easy knit for last minute gifts too!