Harpenden 2012.

My wife's Birthday was fast approaching. This weekend in fact... Mmmmmm.... What to do? I know, I'll take her away for a romantic weekend. Just her and me... an' the Kids (although my big boys opted to stay at home after seeing me pressing a kilt... "No Dad, you have a great time at err... wherever it is you're going... with the Kids". Good boys my big boys.).

So where could we be off to possibly, for this weekend's adventure?



North Wales? Nope... Manchester Airport maybe? Nope... Surely not the thrills and highs of Warrington (South)? Errr... Nope.



The little chap was fairly non-pulsed by the whole idea.



My beautiful daughter was equally unimpressed.



My wife was pleasantly optimistic, but at this stage she was still thinking Manchester Airport...

We journeyed on... and on... and on...

Hang on a minute...


Dunstable and Saint Albans? What on earth could be happening near there that could warrant such a trek.



Well we arrived at our Hotel on the Saturday night, and after struggling with all the bags and the pushchair and the other bags and the carrier bag (or two) up the stairs to the room (They need a lot of stuff do Kids... apparently.)



We settled in.