We arrived at the only nut farm in Belgium. It is in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a high and dense conifer hedge....which is surrounded by a high security fence with a large gate.
Dave had to speak into an intercom to gain entrance......I didn't hear what he said....sounded like....I have brought her...now what?
The gate slid open with an ominous slow groan...... :-(...I have no idea how to operate the gate should I want to leave....
Dave then told me we were going to have dinner on an industrial estate....it was bleak......again in the middle of nowhere......but.....
It was fantastic....food, cocktails and wine......but I am still worried...I keep remembering that programme.....The Prisoner......
Will I make it home...or be left running from a big bouncy ball until one of you rescues me?... :-(
I laughed aloud at the timing of Chris' reply and Dave shushed me.....why I don't know....we are the only guests in the only nut farm in Belguim..... :-)