There and Back Again

We went away at Easter. The impetus for the weekend away was the fact that a good friend of ours was celebrating his 80th birthday in Brighton, and we thought, why not celebrate with him?

We put the dogs into the tender care of our local kennels, and travelled to London by train. That meant travelling two hours from home to Amsterdam, boarding the Thalys to Brussels, and then changing to the Eurostar to London St. Pancras. All told, the outward journey took eight hours. Coming back, we could travel direct from London to Amsterdam on the Eurostar, which made the inbound journey a mere six hours. Whilst flying would have been quicker and cheaper, it wouldn’t be that much shorter, and I feel that we’ve done our bit to counter climate change. So pardon my smugness. I like travelling by train as well.

So, Friday night in London, travel to Brighton on the Saturday for the party (by train, of course), back to London on the Sunday (ditto), and then back to the Netherlands on Monday.

Everything went according to plan. We ticked off a trip on the London Eye from the bucket list, met friends for a pub lunch, had a great time in Brighton, visited the British Museum on Sunday (where I bought yet another book), had a very good meal at Indian Accent (recommended by a Foodie friend), slept at the St. Pancras Hotel on Sunday night, and tumbled out of bed onto the train to Amsterdam on Monday morning. We collected the dogs on Tuesday, who seemed pleased to see us, and now it’s back to work in the garden.