Approaching Rain

As it was a wet start to the day, we thought we'd not strike camp but instead do our own things. Messrs W & M decided to head south to visit Nijmegen while MrT and myself headed north to see great art! Great great art. Up close too. The Kroller Muller being just a few miles north. Time (and the iPhone battery) will curtail my jottings. First up, leaving. I left. MrT was not behind. It seems he'd been struck down by a trailing bungee in his back wheel. And then the strange route which took us through an unauthorised back entrance to the nearby zoo.
Onward across heathland - what a great place the KM is. And an immense sculpture park. Hours of fun. Back, via a brief beer in the sun, and MrT notices that he's lost the bottoms of his trews. Unzipped and lost. On my watch. He's hard work. But delightful.
Down town for footy on TV - the local team were playing France in the World Cup qualifiers. Gubbed. That felt quite like being back home.