A draft post that never made it out there.
It was supposed to be a trip to Belgium to watch the Cyclocross World Cup at Koksijde.
It was supposed to be a birthday trip, a cycling holiday, some time away together.
It was supposed to be a fun weekend away at the start of Winter before all hell breaks loose.
What it turned into was something quite different. Not bad, just different.
Sat on the boat. Not offshore.
No betting. No Duty Free.
The locals were not amused.
Sunrise in Hull. An unmoved hull.
We didn’t get to Belgium.
Spent the night on a boat.
The storm churned the sea we’d have been crossing.
The trains we’d have taken we’re cancelled.
Lucked out this time.
An hour up.
Twenty minutes down.