Suddenly seems a little surreal to actually be here in Holland after all the weeks and months of planning and organising.
Day One was such a long one, up at 3 then breakfast at 4 before check-in at 5. So early! Good journey though as we got to Weeze on time and picked up the minibus with no problems. Very strange flying into my old RAF station though, it’s no longer RAF Laarbruch but has become Dusseldorf/Weeze airport. Managed to have a good wander round before the bus came and most of the old buildings are still there. Brought back so many memories of people and events that I thought I had long forgotten. Great days.
Very emotional journey to Nijmegen too as we passed by so many places that we knew from the RAF years, even the house that we used to live in. So very strange after all of this time.
So to Nijmegen where our hostess Tonia was waiting for us. Lovely lady who speaks brilliant English (always so embarrassed that we are so hopeless with foreign languages, especially Dutch which is virtually impossible). Quick visit to a fabulous local bakery as we must have looked hungry then to Groesbeek, south east of Nijmegen, where Tonia showed us to our new home.
So much better than we could have expected. Everything we need in a beautiful location. Lots of quirky bits and bobs which i won’t bore you with yet, later maybe.
Both shattered so did a quick walk around Groesbeek, had a couple of schnitzels in the Africa House (what the hell is that?), and did a bit of reading before bed. Jo loved the hanging swinging swing thing obviously.
And made me sit in it for a while too as she thought that was so very funny! With my one and only book ! It’s brilliant though.