Tourist

Out southwards we did roll, through the De Weerribben-Wieden National Park. So, kind of like the Lake District but without any hills. High points of the travel included seeing a man with a scythe and huge gauntlets walking out into reed beds. And stopping at a knoppoint to read the map, and after a minute looking down to see about a dozen newly-fattened mosquitoes on my ankles.
On to Giethoorn which we’d been informed was the Venice of the Netherlands. Without the art or architecture. Though there were glum groups of orientals on small pleasure craft, quite outnumbering the occidentals, so that was pertinent.
Onward! And my first haring brodje of the holiday. This is more like it. So, to Zwolle, though finding a campsite took us half way out again to Zalk, a tiny hamlet where Stella allows a few tents in her small orchard behind her house. And round the corner, a local pub and eatery!
And, we got to sit out afterwards to enjoy the remains of the day.