After a puzzling couple of hours trying to remember precisely which arrangement of wheels and pedals had enabled us to fit 3 bikes onto the rear of the car, we tore ourselves away from the Efteling in the early evening and drove from Holland, via Belgium to Luxembourg City. Three countries in three hours – we thought this was exciting but the boys, unimpressed, dozed through most of the journey.

We arrived at the Luxembourg YHA in the flogging rain and felt grateful not to be camping yet. Backpacking just like the old days! Hmm – but with two small children in tow. Tired, grumpy children. Not quite the same I’m afraid.

The Wild Berry Boys were in good form the next morning and loudly broadcast their good spirits to the other guests at the YHA who I’m sure appreciated them very much. Hastily we embarked on a quick tour of Luxembourg although ongoing rain dampened things down a bit. Luckily we happened upon a fantastic tourist train which took us past the major landmarks while the rain streamed down the windows.

We had a great time exploring the old casements and siege works underground later on. But I’m afraid the most memorable part of Luxembourg for me will be the amazing cauliflower soup we enjoyed at a fairly nondescript local bar, and the kind man who brought the children warm milk in their own little cups with a straw each.