In the pink

or the red, purple, yellow, white, crimson. We called it and the colours appeared, never mind the drizzle. 

M and I picked up the people carrier from the Pijp as Keukenhof called ten of us. 1 million visitors in 9 weeks is impressive, but the Dutch do that so well. Offerings... raw herrings with gherkins, coffee, a few hundred thousand tulips and some poffertjes with extra butter. A very British picnic afterwards in the car park under the back door of the van. Sleeping on the way home.

Finally the book club dined in Dauphine, very fine food for a gang of disparate characters. What a fantastic time we have had!