Back in September hubby and I were lucky enough to pop over to Bruges for a (very) short break. Ostensibly, we were there because hubby's dearly beloved football team Wigan Athletic were playing against a local side in the Europa League. I wasn't one bit interested in the footy, but the chance to visit a city I'd never been to was too good to miss. And so, with Grandma and Grandad looking after DC, we set off at 5.30am.
We zoomed past Stonehenge an hour later.
A quick trip on the ferry from Dover to Calais, along the autoroute, and by 2pm we were all checked in to our city centre hotel and out exploring Bruges. I left hubby after about an hour to find his football friends and had a very pleasant few hours exploring the city (and eating cake.)
I also managed to fit in a little shopping and unearthed this gem of a chocolate bar which combines milk chocolate and salted Tuc crackers in one mouthwatering combo (or eye-wincing, depending on your choc preferences.)
I was lucky that the rain stayed away until about 6pm, by which time I was happy to wander back to the hotel.
The next morning hubby and I had a couple of hours to explore a little more of the city.
And to eat cake. The cake I had (called a Froufrou which was a little bit like an extra deep Bakewell tart with raspberries in the sponge and cream on top) was so deliciously amazing that we bought two extra slices to bring home with us. Needless to say, they didn't last long.
And, of course, we couldn't possibly make a trip to Belgium without indulging in some frites with mayo.
After leaving Bruges, we called in at Carrefour in Calais and stocked up on a few foodie items before hopping back on the ferry
and sailing home, just 36 hours after we'd left.
Altogether now, "There'll be bluebirds over..."