No real prizes for guessing where this one was taken. 😉
A Swiss Easter Bunny Prowls The Streets of Ghent
We were waiting for a tram back to the hotel when this delightful creature appeared in the street, causing me to fumble around with my camera and clip his ears rather painfully in the one picture I can now find. Fortunately I was unable to check whether he was really made of chocolate, as I might have insisted he come back home with us.
So whether or not you are celebrating Easter, have happy holidays. And may the Giant Easter Chocolate Rabbit be with you!
Welcome to my youth! Or almost, as I wasn’t yet hatched in 1960.
Teignmouth was our nearest beach when growing up, and for a time I went to school there. I last returned on my honeymoon (yes, I am a sentimental fool), and found that the pier has the same fortune-telling machine we used as kids. And I can still thrash everyone at table hockey.
The YouTube clip is brilliant. It was made by the council as a promotional piece for the area, and has the classic received pronounciation narration of the time. Aside from there being no cream teas in sight, it is everything I remember and more. It’s a fascinating insight as to how we Brits holidayed at the time, including my London cousins who came to visit each summer.