Writing this on the last leg of my whistle stop European voyage: on the train north to Leksand in central Sweden, where I plan to do very little for a couple of weeks next to my mother and the delightful MNH (Mother’s New Husband).
Travel writing has been sketchy and also anachronistic. For the record my journeys went like this: Andrew and I took the ferry at Harwich bound for Hoek of Holland, and onto Amsterdam and Birgit. This is a neglected way to reach the continent, much in the shadow of the Euro-Star. However, it is fun! It has cheap and surprisingly comfortable cabins. Do take an outside one. Also make sure you dine in the proper restaurant and disregard the one-armed-bandit brigade, and it becomes a little mini-cruise! Here I am, happy and excited to have arrived in Hoek of Holland.