Distant Spires

To Einkhuizen via Hoorn; not exactly the most strenuous of days. Of course, we arrived 15 minutes after the midday ferry, leaving us waiting till 16:45. What to do? It’s an attractive little town, with boats and cafes by the waterside. Though it was always going to be wet at times; it was.
Arriving at Stavoren, the rain and wind lashed like it would lash its last. Onward to the flooded campsite but hey, we found a fine little corner by the marina.
And into town, for one night only, The Dukes - a great rockabilly band from over the German border, playing at Max’s cafe. Right after midnight, and into my birthday they started their third set. By this stage, MrT could stand it no more - he burst onto the dance floor, gyrating like a crazed crazy thing. I’m sure Zappa had a song that described the scene.