Following an unfortunate incident with Trevor and his race car at Ipswich, and some last minute repairs, we somehow managed to get the car ready for Belgium.
And, Trevor being Trevor, wanted his folks to come with for the weekend as well......and while I do 'get' him wanting to share his life with them, I was starting to grow tired of their lack of support, both financial and emotional support.
So, yes, they were keen to come to Belgium with us....but not to support Trevor in his racing!
Trev had a horrid weekend as it turned out, struggling with the car, and ultimately hitting the wall again.....
The hotel we were staying in was steeped in history, almost at the centre of a WW1 bomb site....literally.....you could walk through the gardens. It was fascinating.
Bizarrely, there was a huge amusement park directly behind the hotel.......poor Maxine could here all the excitement from our room.
No comments:
Post a Comment