Through the silent, deserted streets of Chiswick,London at 4:10 am trudged two bleary eyed people with holdalls full of food, some beer and clothes as well as tickets for the Eurostar to Brugge.

Tube to St Pancreas we passed through security and were waiting for the train.

First big decision. Robin called for a coffee but seeing the prices his wise father called for 2 pints of Guinness which tasted like nectar at 6:00 am! A smooth transfer to Brussels and onwards to Brugge(when bookin...