On the way back to the ferry at Rotterdam how could we not stop in on a random Dutch cheese shop? The owner of this one was wonderful, obviously very proud of his shop and told us all about all the different types and where they were made and more importantly let us try lots before we spent a small fortune on the stuff. Paul loves cheese, he could live on it I think so I brought him some home. He was away racing this weekend while I was here getting myself stuck in jumpers so I thought I’d have some of the lovely new cheese on a sandwich for my lunch but I couldn’t even cut the stuff, very frustrating. It did keep his cheese safe though, I contemplated just nibbling it like a mouse, you know a little mouse with logs on, well I declare, going clip clipety clop on the stair, etc etc.
Pots in their new homes
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