Changing rooms

The most eventful evening of the week.

It started off by offending a group of Belgians by accident. We'd left all three bikes leaning on Amy while we went and enquired about prices at a hotel. We didn't realise this balancing act was taking place in a disabled parking space. Then a carload of Belgians turned up, needing the place, which Amy was powerless to do anything about. The Belgians then assisted with moving Amy and bikes, and when we emerged from the hotel we just saw bikes leaning on Amy in a different location, which sparked hilarity and mirth.

We categorically were not laughing at the Belgians even though their bemused faces thought we were.

Then we efficiently used the wardrobe in the room as a waiting area for showering and changing, for those wishing to preserve modesty. Quite cosy really.