Steep Hill Ahead

Another modest distance covered, stopping at Joure, birthplace of Egbert Douwes - founder of Douwe Egberts (there’s even a museum). Settling at a cafe, F wondered what reaction he’d get if he asked for Soup de Joure. How we laughed. Though not so much when we found all our croissants with omelette were frozen in the middle.
Onward - to Heerenveen. And blimey, did we not strike lucky - not only a tiny unique campsite run by an old hippy in a hat, but a jazz & blues festival was on for one day only. Till midnight. And the champions league final was on too! What a cornucopia - in a place I feared was the Cumbernauld of Friesland. And back at the campsite we sat out in the bothy with another couple of campers - an old pair of Dutch guys with a campervan heading to Lapland. A fine end to the evening, once we’d managed to get MrT to his tent.