Holland at last: Part 2

This mini break has been a comedy of forgetfulness, as usual with any journey that has me in it. All the more so, given that for the first time in 20 years I’m travelling abroad without Mr Suburbanite as the responsible adult. I’m sure one day there will be a name for the disconnect in my brain that causes me to leave something crucial behind every time I leave the house… in the meantime I am diagnosis-free, and as my mother has the exact same symptoms and still managed to found and run an international charity I’m not going to worry about it too much.


The Cutester’s sand creation: one of her favourite Pokémon*

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Holland at last

After years of reading about – and seeing pictures and videos of – Dutch cycle infrastructure, I’ve finally done what every cycle campaigner does sooner or later and turned up in the Netherlands in person. I’m writing this in the Hague (or den Haag, as they tend to call it around here).


A Mini Holland!

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Yesterday we took the girls to see the BFG. The Cutester was desperate to see it, and I was keen too because I loved Mark Rylance’s performance in the BBC’s Wolf Hall. I was also curious to know what a great actor can do with just his eyes and his mouth, which are seemingly the only bits of him left in the film (everything else is CGI’d, or something).

BFG poster

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What’s better than having a farm in the Dordogne?

Answer: Having a sister with a farm in the Dordogne!

Especially a sister and partner who are diversifying their farm into a B&B and glamping site. The glampsite so far consists of muddy squares in the ground – four massive tents with wooden floors, woodstoves and rustic box beds are still confined to the pages of the brochure, due to open in July – but the B&B guest room is rather nice thank you very much, and it was just for me and Mr Suburbanite. The children shared with their cousins in the farmhouse.


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