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The first overseas trip of the year – well, to The Netherlands. It does involve what is, to me, an epic trip across the North Sea, 6 hours of seaborne hell, with 10 metre waves and the constant threat of being thrown overboard and eaten by sea monsters. Ok, I may exaggerate. I have taken my Kwells and should be able to cope with what other people say is a flat sea.

We are just leaving Harwich, on the Saxon shore, with a view across to Felixstowe, in Anglia, and all its containers from around the world, well China anyway.

We are away for 13 days so my large medical bag is packed full of goodies, from the supply of antibiotics that I self prescribe, through anti-sickness, anti-diarrhoea, and anti-gout tablets, all the various items for my stoma (bags, bags for waste, anti-glue spray, wipes, honey rings to ease the pain) and for my Hickman line (needles, syringes, flushing liquids, bits and pieces), tape for sticking my line to my chest, and spare hernia belts. I have brought lots of extras in case we get stuck in the Netherlands or something doesn’t work. 

Oh yes, I brought some clothes and remembered my passport.