They came from afar. England in fact. Well, pause in their french holiday. Left the caravan (and a small pair of shoes) in a parisian campground and drove over to Brussels. Out of car, checked into hotel and off we went.
Was so much fun. The kids were wired after spending so much time in the car so was whizz whizz laugh the entire time. I met these guys (before kids) many years ago playing netball in Brussels (seemed like a nice patriotic thing to do). Was so good to finish the session with a white beer just like the old days…


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