We went to Knokke yesterday with the Glam Potter and baby L. Though it was overcast in Brussels, it was relatively fine on the coast. The Princess doesn’t “think much of the ocean, the waves they was fiddly and small” and also rather cold. However, she did consent to dip a small toe very briefly in the North Sea. The beach was another matter and she played happily with baby L’s bucket and spade while L made a run for the main road nearby.
Knokke is a funny place. The Belgian coast is rather unbeautiful. High rise towers gazing out on a chilly grey sea. But they love it. And the coast is really expensive. A flat in one of those towers could set you back the same amount as a flat in Dublin. In Ranelagh. And Knokke is full of very rich Belgians. I heard a news item on the radio that the local council in Knokke has banned helicopters from the area. Apparently, so many residents had helipads the area was becoming very noisy and it was losing its cachet. Odd.
Still, it was lovely to be by the sea. Maybe, when I win the lottery, we will be able to put a deposit on a small flat near Ostend.
