Eur ’19 | Mons, Belgium

Much like the other towns we visited in Belgium, Mons offered up some awesome history, but it also threw in a couple of extras to pique our interest. Namely, a modern take on belfry conservation and biblical style hail showers… in the middle of summer! We parked up on the outskirts of the city centre,…

Eur ’19 | Tournai, Belgium

Tournai was another flying visit, and an impromptu one at that! We had no intention of stopping at this town as we made our way across Belgium, however on our approach we saw the five impressive spires of the cathedral and we ignored the route we should have been taking and headed straight into the…

Eur ’19 | Kortrijk, Belgium

For us, Kortrijk was a flying visit – spending a few hours meandering around the city centre, enjoying a few of the sites and eating some rather delicious ice cream! I have to admit, whilst we were driving in, making our way through the slightly run down looking areas of the town we wondered whether…

Eur ’19 | Backstreets, Chocolate Shops and Windmills

It’s hard to find a quiet corner in Bruges, but wandering the backstreets we were able to break away from the throng of tourists in the main squares and see a little bit more of this beautiful little city. Don’t get me wrong, there were still people milling around – but it all felt a…

Eur ’19 | Beffroi De Bruges

No matter where we go, I absolutely love climbing towers and Callum, although mildly afraid of heights, thoroughly enjoys it too, or at least he has learnt to over the years! And since we were stood in the centre of Bruges, with the UNESCO world heritage beffroi looming over us, we couldn’t resist heading up…

Eur ’19 | Beautiful, Bustling Bruges!

We parked just outside the city and made our way in through the backstreets. Crossing the canal took us away from the main roads and suddenly we were strolling along quaint cobbled streets lined with beautiful old houses. People ambled past us, or stood chatting in doorways – going about their lives. Stumbling across a…

Chernobyl | The Russian Woodpecker

As we made our way out of Pripyat the day was drawing to a close. The light was fading gradually and our snow clad surroundings were drenched in the cold blue of the evening light. We walked towards the edge of town where the buildings were less numerous and the snow fell heavily upon us,…