Martin's Mag.

A couple of nights overlooking Caerfai Bay near St Davids. We also cycled to Abereiddy beach, a few miles up the coast, and the previously-undiscovered (by us) “Blue Lagoon”.

“Home”.

last year we took our cycles to Bruges for one of the wettest weeks of the Summer (pictures HERE). We thought we’d try again, but, just in case, took the car (via Dunkirk) and stayed in a hotel this time. We also drove to Ghent, Ypres (Ieper), Antwerp, some of the coastal seaside towns, and we caught the train to Brussels.

Street cafes, Bruges.

Bruges art installation.

Bruges Gallery

Lunch on Sal’s birthday, Bruges.

Bargain chairs at a Bruges re-cycling shop. I bought some Belgian beer glasses.

Ghent flats.

Tourists’ boat trip, Ghent.

Ghent wool shop.

Ghent graffitti.

The Ham Hall, Ghent.

Flock of sheep, complete with shepherd and dog, on the banks of river, Ghent.

The Old Fish Market restaurant, Ghent.

The Menin Gate, Ypres, marking the route taken by thousands of men to the fields of Flanders in The Great War. We drove there in time for a memorial ceremony, held every night at 8:00pm. The town of Ypres (officially “Ieper”) is rather larger, and grander, than expected.

The Menin Gate, Ypres (Ieper).

The Menin Gate, Ypres (Ieper).

Reflection in window of passing train at Bruges railway station.

Sal on train to Brussels.

Fellow train traveller.

Brussels, including Anti-Austerity march in support of Greek people, and some graffitti.

Brussels trompe l’oeil.

On the coast: As we had the car, it was easy to drive the thirty or so miles up to the coast. We went along to Holland and Antwerp, but mostly around Blankenberge, a slightly-faded town, still with some vestiges of its fin de siecle glory, and some well-preserved German WWII coastal defences. The Belgians do sea food very well and we had a magnificent viszooiyje, a Flemish fish stew, in a restaurant on the end of the pier.

Baffling cycle path sign on coast at Westerschelde.

Beach huts at Knokke-Heist.

Pier at Blankenberg, with great sea-food restaurant at the end.

Blankenburge end-of-pier sea-food restaurant.

We walked up the Brecon Hills from Abergavenny. Fantastic scenery, from the green valleys and woods below to the more barren and very windy peak.

We had a crab craving, so went to Beer, on the Devon coast for lunch in a pub. Then we walked to Branscombe for tea and cake. It’s hard, retirement.

A pleasant, and flat, cycle along this canal in Somerset, with the added interest of (to scale) representations of the planets of the solar system along the way. This is Uranus, “A Giant Ball Of Frozen Noxious Gasses With Strange Magnetic Fields”. And unnatural capitalisation.

I feel a song coming on…

Wendy and Graham visiting, so had a walk among the bluebells and boats(?) in Leigh Woods on the south of the Avon Gorge.

Fabulous Devon gardens, created over twenty years or so by Alasdair Forbes. These gardens are designed following a Greek myth theme. Very interesting to be taken around by historian Alastair himself.

A few days staying in a pub in Woodhall Spa in Lincolnshire.

Lincoln gardens.

Lincoln.

The Kinema (sic) In The Woods, Woodhall Spa.

Woodhall Spa.

Boston windmill.

We were in Wiltshire and cycled past the house where Sally was born!

There was a partial solar eclipse on the 20th March. I risked my camera by taking some photos. It seems to have survived.

Or, if you don’t have a camera, you can use a collander: