When my brother and I were five or six we were taken on a family holiday to The Netherlands. We thought it was a magical place, full of flowers, ladybirds (there was a plague of them that year, I think) and, best of all, cheese and ham and cakes for breakfast! – so different to what we were used to. For the rest of our childhood, one of our favourite treats was to have a Dutch breakfast!
Riot of colours,
happy childhood memories,