Hostess

Our de facto hostess, Lesley, greeting us in fine style.

Earlier, a very early start, a slightly too late departure and a too brief sojourn in the lounge. The flight was bumpy, but eventually Amsterdam appeared and, after a short pause, familiar faces arrived to train with me into Amsterdam.

Later, after more champagne and nonsense than was wise, off through the rain to find a beer (tick) and our restaurant (tick). It was a one of these concept things - it's a fish market, you choose your fish and they prepare it for you - but really well done and a lot of fun. And there was a gin trolley instead of a dessert trolley...