Previous jaunts to County Cork, County Clare, Dorset, Galway, and Germany, not to mention several trips to Southwold, and fun and games around North Norfolk in 1998 and again in 1999, ...
(Not to mention the Yorkshire trip a few years back which no-one, not even Trevor, has ever told me about in detail)
... had been so successful, that the assorted members and their families were determined to maintain the tradition, this year in Belgium.
Tour hats would be de rigeur.
Where other people throw their car keys into the middle ...
As always the planning was immaculate.
All was well until the coast was reached, when some alert person noticed that something was missing:
I think the sea should be around here somewhere ...
Ever resourceful, Neville decided the male element of the party should form a Search Party
Their return confirmed suspicions that the party was badly off course, and that, if they continued in this direction, they would probably end up in deep water and Denmark.
This definitely wasn't Belgium.
Go on Hazel, give us a dune
After a bit of discussion, Neville asked for some Blue Sky Thinking, and the party decided to head for Sheringham station in case the North Norfolk Railway might be able to assist.
Neville's Blue Sky thinking obviously extended to his shirt
It was also just beginning to dawn on Nunu that they might have been here before.
He was very relieved when someone reminded him that he had, in 98 and 99.
Hazel, aka the Fair Mairgrit, was also relieved that Nunu had not lost his marbles.
Is THAT where he put them?
Despite the disappointment of not crossing into the Eurozone, all was not lost.
Nobody say a word
And so the happy crew adjourned to the Great Outdoors to revel in the relaxed atmosphere that only and English pub garden can engender
Christ Neville! Do you ever buy a round?
Later on, the North Norfolk Railway wove its magic spell on the whole party.
Dave was convinced that he was in direct communication with the driver of the fine WD Austerity loco at the head of the train.
It's ok driver, you can go now.
Not to disabuse him, the train wended its nostalgic way from Sheringham, past the Golf Course, to Weybourne, Kelling and, ultimately, Holt.
When you hear that lonesome whistle blow,
Neville, however, was a little despondent that Bruges had become Cromer -
Passengers should refrain from leaning out of the window
But whatever the disappointments of Missing Belgium might have been, a jolly good time was had by those present.
Well: that's Little Egypt up against the buffers again