To Hoorn

Out of that ferry with a fresh south westerly breeze at our backs, and occasional showers, so obviously, NE we went. A stop at Beverwijk for coffees and appeltaart and to warm up MrT. Another stop later at de Rijp for supplies and the first haring broodje - by then the sun was out and we were blowing along. To Hoorn. And Lordy, a bus service not far from the campsite to take us to town. And back. What a lovely place though not to MrT’s liking - too pristine; too Dutch. It could be a problem.