To Kampen

Having our plans scuppered by the nonappearance of the veerboot, we decided we'd have a relaxing day poitering over to Kampen with its old town centre and bruin beer bars (there's one - de Stomme van Campen and it's just fabulous - all wood lined, cleverly lit and distressed, with stone floors - and ten years old). But first, an interesting place (a rarity amongst the polders) - Schokland which was an island till after the war. Deeply wooded, with the foundations of an old church at the south end, there were still sea shells scattered about and a harbour at the north.
A great cycle onward in the sunshine, listening to the thunder and watching huge dark clouds to our left, and then behind us. And then, above us. Christ, was it wet. But on we ploughed to Kampen. Which was in the dry. Until just as we arrived.
Still, as forecast, a fine sunny evening, beers, Argentinian rib-eyes - what more could you want? Ok, a modicum of that too.