Somme where out there

Our adventure began with The Skipper and Gilligan in the front seat, (shades of the 50's and the Sunday drive). We're off to the Western Front. Doug did say "Well, we don't know where we are going but we're travelling at 110ks to get there". We only had to reverse about 3 times and once we went in the wrong direction for about an hour. There sure is a lot of french countryside.

We did manage to get ourselves locked inside an open field. It's easier than you think. It was actually the Commonwealth War Commission grave site. Some poor french yokel came with a key to let the boom gate up.  The next morning we managed to turn up too early and were locked out of everything. Typical.

Off to Brugge for lunch. Fabby. Unfortunately Helen and Mark had the chicken which really looked like churkey, could have been something that survived the Somme, but not in a good way.
We loved those Dutch words, found a place called St. Jan Waggelwater, and Diksmudde. that kept us giggling.

Back home that night. We were in three countries in one day. France - Belgium - France. Back home in time for our favourite TV show, QI. Thank god!

Hels and I are really over the garden full of flowers, apparently dead heading is de rigeur for gardeners. i.e. cut off flowers cause they grow so quickly and put in vases, the cutting then encourages new blooms, are you seeing where this is going?  So we have several vases full of dying flowers with smelly water and we have to keep on replacing them. I've solved it. I just cut off the flowers and put them straight into the compost heap. Saves all that emptying of yucky water and the compost heap looks really pretty.

Not annoying any of the locals today, well Hels and I are at home but Mark and Doug have gone out for their weekly Thursday lunch. 

Will keep you posted.

Up the Allies,