Sorry, Marmite is a cream sir.

At the end of last month I had a weekend visit to Snowdon for Mr Longs stag do.  And very enjoyable it was too.  Although we are not far from a few essentials, I did stock up on Cat’s favourite spread, only to be told by a Manchester airport customs lady, that Marmite is a cream.  I could have complained or indeed spooned 125 ml out into a bag but heh, I still had the teabags.

The in-flight mag for Easy Jet had city guides to a number of European destinations; rather smugly I had been to Vienna, Budapest, Split and Venice, all this year.  Tee hee. Gotta love blighty, 3 days of news on Pasties, and petrol!

Easter has been near the coast of a flat Holland.  A few miles from The Hague, a compact city with a great Escher museum, (him of infinite stairs and waterfalls) Hazel loved the projected stairs that fell away when you walked on them.  Didn’t see much International Justice, but it was a weekend.

And so the European leg comes to an end, tomorrow we climb on to the ferry for Hull, turn and bid farewell to a continent that is relatively small geographically but manages to cram so much in.  Nearly 7500 miles, 14 countries and 23 border crossings in 4 and ½ months. Thank you.

But that’s not all; we have the Midlands yet, hang in there! And the top 5 lists....