...just found this in a newspaper called I. Well, I am appalled and feel like leaving this illiterate planet.

Sorry - nothing to do with anything.

Cambridge 06.15 was surprisingly full, though most dozed their coffees held at alarming angles: I now realise why they have baby-sipping lids on them.

We are in the v cheapest seats, though we do have a table and window seats. Next stop Brussels.

I walked to the front and was most disappointed that it lacked the lengthy pointy design of the Bullet train. What was clear though was the difference between us and Them; first class had vast tables, wider corridor space and usherettes in airline drag. The thought of having food delivered to my table any time soon fills me with nausea. Champagne anyone?

...and Sue continues to read not noticing that we have millions of gallons of seawater a few feet above our head. I might not mention this...

Just started and touched he wrong button so no way back. Will leave as a reminded to self...

I can’t find out how to mass these photographs...

Eating like a Shah this evening.

Enjoyed Eurostar, although it did seem quite a long journey and it was indisputable expensive. We were with the alsorans, somewhere at the back; perfectly alright, though you have to be a contortionist to plug anything in.

Our Amsterdam Central Station arrival was an hour or so late owing to a blocked tunnel and a confusion over which train got which line. A confusion to be avoided, else messy.

I was raining as well. I put Sue on a bench in charge of luggage whilst I went to get the tourist travel tickets. Brave I thought. Couldn’t manage to sort out where the number 22 bus departed \240from. We tore back and forth, from wide canal to city visia, each time needing to scan my ticket. Then it stopped.

We managed to get here and have spent

Our time shopping, eating and reading. Tomorrow will bring out the tourist in me.

Richard Serra and a heavily mirrored sculpture(by ?)...

The rain has gone, the sky is blue and the sun is on full wattage. Busy day today so slow start and a fist full of vitamin pills before heading out for the number 3 tram.

Looking out from the kitchen of Sumatrastraat...

and the bedroom on the front of the house.

Curiously, the architects of this, and the many other brand new houses, have stuck closely to the architecture of 16th century. I would perhaps have tried to accommodate less vertiginous stairs...

The Van Gogh Museum was superb, especially the Japanese exhibition. No photographs allowed.

But I did manage a photograph of his palette and a few sad tubes of paint. The place was heaving by the time we left, a nine o’clock start was just right.

A superb Fantin-Latour...

a sexy van Dongen

and Peter Doig Milky Way.

Home on the number 3 tram, quick drink and walk to Oosterpark in the sun.

A statue in honour of Theo Van Gogh

Extremely healthy bunch of birds.

Studio Drift’s wonderful dandelion lights - a labour of love

Home to Christ’s Pieces glorious planting.