Still, we managed it and everything went accordingly to plan. The flight was only 40 minutes long and I did wonder at the wisdom of the stewardess trying to sell hot bacon baguettes that take 10-15 minutes to prepare to the row behind me (we were in row 10) with only 15 minutes of the flight left. She actually handed it to him as the other crew were buckling up to land.
It took us almost twice as long to get through the airport and to collect the car we had hired. No problems, Schiphol is just a big airport!
Duinrell, our home for the week, was about 30 minutes drive and as we arrived it started to cloud over. Everyone was tired and moaning, poor Izzy is recovering from Glandular fever, Dawn was feeling rotten and everyones faces were thoroughly miserable. This mood was not helped by the rain that started almost immediately we checked in and which turned into a storm of biblical proportions within seconds. To say we were drenched is an understatement; we may as well have just jumped in the pool.
There was a place selling Pizzas and Burgers and this cheered the kids up. It's amazing what a bit of junk food can do and we looked like a family out of that Channel 4 Documentary "Skint", sat huddled under a big umbrella in the rain stuffing our faces.
It did improve though... within an hour or so the sun had appeared and by 4:30 I was sunbathing on a lounger by the side of the caravan... something I wouldn't have thought possible when we arrived.
The girls had a whale of a time at the indoor water park Tiki-bad and as I'm typing this, accompanied by a beer or two outside the van, they are off exploring the camp site and making new friends. Dawn is relaxing and is sat next to me, reading (her favourite occupation) and the air is full of the sound of children playing, laughter and giggles a-plenty.
Hopefully this could end up being a fantastic trip. So far, so good.
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