de Rijp

What a great day's cycling. Here I am, setting the pace. F behind, two biddies behind him getting burned off and MrT bringing up the rear.
A ferry firstly to Enkhuizen - wished we could have tarried much longer; as it was we sat out in the sun and purloined for ourselves the usual lunch of filled rolls and ridiculously good cakes. So! On to Hoorn for an ice cream and then to Graft de Rijp, and a damp campsite on a market garden crawling with big brown slugs. They even got up our beer bottles which were sitting on a picnic table. I didn't think that was too cool.