The tour guide really impressed the boys with his knowledge of the construction of the panels (each panel mounted on casters so that Claude could move them around in his purpose-built studio while painting, from a combination of smaller-scale sketches and his memory). If you look closely you can spot the seams.
Soon there was a whole procession penguin shuffling around the gallery, everyone looking closely for the joints. Or perhaps everyone was just going that way anyway.
Finding your way home is easy when the end of the street is decorated with something subtle like this.
Fay found a lovely apartment in Paris, complete with a great big picture of Amsterdam on the wall. I probably didn't think long enough about the "it's a bit big for two of us but it was the only place in Paris that was available" line...
...surprise!!!Well played family, well played.
(Planning all that must have made the unexpected Brussels diversion even more stressy! β€οΈ)
A day of being tourists and eating great food. Au Trappist was perfect for Moules et Frites with Belgium and Irish beer (!), while L'Alsacien RΓ©publique at the end of the street was a fantastic and relaxed spot for the evening. πππππ
The water lilies ranged from beautiful through interesting to errrr; depending on which of us you were. Obviously, they are better in monochrome.
The best way to see Amsterdam. We whizzed around. If being overtaken by a chain smoking, mobile chatting, lady on a cargo bike with 3 kids in the front can still be called whizz. My excuse was that we were admiring the views.
Here's an example:
Our train from Amsterdam to Paris was cancelled... Technically it was disrupted. Due to industrial action it would now start from Brussels; but with all trains that day similarly disrupted, starting from Brussels wasn't so helpful when you are sat in Amsterdam.
So we grabbed the last seats on a late train the night before, and had a lightning quick Brussels experience thanks, again, to some tips from the man in Seat61.
Lunch at Gartine. Lovely. Must book.
Brunch at Greenwood's. Also lovely. Can't book.BREXIT and Black Lives Matter at the Stedelijk Museum.
The gardens (and some Barbara Hepworth) at the Rijksmuseum (or the Ruk to its friends who misread the typographic short form of Rijk). This isn't Banksy, but we did see some (and The Kid) at Moco. The art market (which had been the book market the previous day). And my favourite, Lost Cat in a Glass Box. My humble contravention.Oh yes. A church hidden inside a house. It was fine, so long as you weren't overt about it.
Conflicted whether boat or bike is the best way to get around this city.
Anne Frank and her family hid in the house at the end of the canal. Look closely and you can see it.
Fay found an awesome house boat to stay in while in Amsterdam.
A perfect location and a lovely spot for some sketching. There's even a little library nearby. We've been rather taken by the various seating out the front of houses. And become rather too interested in the drainage systems and steps down to small back doors. Remind you of anywhere? As well as the servants quarters in the house of the Van Loo's. And, of absolutely no surprise, stumbling over an Antropologie store. Parking isn't easy here. Except with no car. Selfies at the bulb market. We stumbled on the place for the Van Hof technique - but unfortunately the courses were all fully booked. Back home in time for a pizza from the local, and very good, La Perla. Oh, and somewhere in all of that we passed the Teddy Bear Tree."What I don't understand is why don't bikes pull over to get out of the way of my car when I'm clearly capable of going faster"
A computer generated painting of Padstow Harbour Sunset, generated by Midjourney AI.
Wally might be impressed.
It chucked it down just before midday, and it sounded like everyone made a beeline for the nearest eatery. By about 8pm the Harbour Inn was just calm enough for a quiet pint.
I had a delivery to collect from Screwfix, simple, except I was on a single-speed (not quite a fixie) and Screwfix is at the top of the hill.
Getting there was puffing, but let's just say home down West Hill to the trail was fuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnn!
Challenge accepted, can I get to Padstow on public transport and a bike? Should be easy, what with our new Great British Railways (with both the words Great and British together it must be awesome).
Let's use the GWR app to book the ticket and a cycle reservation. Sorted. ish. It can't give me a digital ticket, instead I must collect the ticket from the station. OK, I'm leaving from a station so let's do that!
Oh. Dear. Machine out of order and ticket office closed. Nice. OK, let's hope I can collect the tickets at the connecting station. Reading here we come! Success. Ticket for me and ticket for the bike. And no disruption on the network. Honest gov, none. But if you look closely you'll see the train is delayed. Get comfy because it's going to stay delayed while you sit here for an hour. And then it's cancelled. And still no disruption on the network. Honest gov, none. No worries, there must be another train, or an alternative route. Nope. Nada. Nowt. Not with a bike. Sorry mate, no bike reservations on any train heading west until tomorrow. So no option but to head back home on a local service. This is fun. Finally, I'm there. Back to where this sorry story began.After 12 years of conservative government leadership the railways lack a guiding focus on customers, coherent leadership and strategic direction. They are too fragmented, too complicated, and too expensive to run. Innovation is difficult. Incentives are often perverse. Some working practices have not changed in decades. There must be single-minded efforts to get passengers back. In short, we need somebody in charge.
Eloquent words you say? Sorry, but those aren't my words. They're copied verbatim from the government's own Williams-Shapps plan for Great British Railways. You can read all about it here. And before you complain about my blatent copying, the 'Shapps' in Williams-Shapps is the beloved member for Welwyn Hatfield; also the previous chair of the conservative (and unionist!) party; the same Shapps named when "Google blacklisted 19 of the Shapps' business websites for violating rules on copyright infringement"; and, hysterically, also the same Shapps that used multiple made-up names in some pyramid scheme. You couldn't make this up.
"It must be almost dinner time" said Yogi.
"In fact, it always must almost be dinner time" he thought.
Treated myself to an awesome couple of hours sailing on the Camel with H from Camel Sailing. It's been a while. The last time was also here, but back in 2005.
I could get used to the view from a Wayfarer, but maybe not following the views experienced by Frank Dye.
The benefits of work from anywhere and a "finishing early π" appointment in my calendar. Some nice waves @ Harlyn with F and then dinner from Big Pans. Yummy.
Sandsnipe. Sniping sand.
If only I could be consistent on how the boat's name is spelled. In my defense, that was seventeen years ago.