#NotBelgium

A draft post that never made it out there.

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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.

Not offshore. No betting or Duty Free. The locals were not amused.

Sat on the boat. Not offshore.

No betting. No Duty Free.

The locals were not amused.

Sunrise in Hull. So we didn't get to Belgium. We spent the night on a boat docked in Hull. Came home. Repacked then went to the Lake District instead. The race we we're going to was cancelled. The storm churned the sea we'd have been crossing. The trains we'd have taken we're cancelled. I think we lucked out this time.

Sunrise in Hull. An unmoved hull.

We didn’t get to Belgium.

Spent the night on a boat.

Came home.

Repacked.

Went to the Lake District instead.

The race was cancelled.

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.

An hour up.

Twenty minutes down.

Perfection.

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