Ladies and Gentlemen...

... the Netherlands!

The strong westerlies bowled us along all day; we stopped briefly for supplies in Alkmaar and then headed east to Hoorn - an old favourite.
Tents up, and into town, aware that the weather wasn’t going to hold. As soon as we got inside the Bieaard beside the Grote Kerk we could see the rain lashing the streets outside. Miraculously some hours later there was a lull just after we’d paid up, and we shot back, a cacophony of flashing LEDs in the dark night. And as we arrived at our tents, once more the rain cascaded down. There’s a joy to lying in a tent listening to the beating rain. Well, until a trip to the toilet becomes pressing....