The keukenhoff

The brilliant thing about having visitors from Australia, (besides themselves of course) is that you might get around to a couple of those touristy things you’ve never bothered with. And so it was that on Thursday, Annette and I found ourselves on buses with women-in-blazers on the way to the Keukenhoff. The WOW factor was over, most of the tulips in the gardens and all of them in the fields having died but we still had a very pleasant day roaming through the gardens menacing people with our cameras and admiring the massed-silver-haired-hordes, heads gently bobbing in the breeze as row after row descended from the coaches in the carparks.