As you can see I was up really early, prancing around outside in time to see the sunrise. I don't know if this was excitement or worry that we would miss the bus. We had decided to do the trip on public transport and it required 8 different vehicles.
It actually proved to be really easy and we hardly had to wait any time atall for connections, especially once we reached Holland. Must also say though that the buses and trains there were much cleaner too, run by polite people and on time. Mmmm maybe we could learn something.
This is a picture of most of us gathered on The King of Scandinavia. The weather was great and we even managed a drink in the outside bar before dinner.
Picking out your bike in Holland took on a whole new meaning. This was one of the smaller bike parks. One of the ones we spotted in Amsterdam was a multi-storey affair. All the cycles looked fairly similar but everyone seems to find their own.
We were given these four to use for the week.I decided to give mine a name:- Harriet, much tothe disgust of the other 3.Both D and K managed to fall off, both after collisions with their dad I think.
We also enjoyed a birthday whilst away, although cake as we know it is thin on the ground. We did find some very nice Dutch ones, just not candle material.
As some of you spotted, we were indeed at Centre Parcs. This little fella came to visit on a couple of evenings. So close that you could actually touch him before he scuttled off back to the trees.
Unfortunately when we came back we heard that Ducati has been missing since the day we left. So far i have looked everywhere that I can think of and K was busy writing out postcards as I left for work this morning Hopefully she will find her way back.