I used to go and visit my parents in Switzerland- travelling by train to London with a toddler and a baby- changing station by tube- go to Dover by train- off the train and walk to ferry and up, off ferry and to station in Calais- on to Paris and change station with 2 tube changes, and on to train to Switzerland- with a toddler and a baby in a carrier and a suitcase (no wheels in those days, and lots of terry nappies, etc)- my daughters think I was barmy- but just could not afford very expensive flights in those days !!! Always found lovely people who helped me al along the way- the best for a wild looking punk boy with a huge mohican and studs- who was just amazing. Happy days (sort of).
My fat balls bring all the birds to the yard





