Gosh. Another exciting adventure sur le continent.
I don’t know quite why, being of a scientific bent, I don't believe in fate, but every time I set off on my bike, the weather nosedives wherever I am and becomes positively balmy at home.
I was so tired I slept through both calls on the boat and were it not for some noisy brats in the corridor, I would probably be back in the UK now. However, as is always the case, I needn't have panicked as the only benefit of heeding the calls would appear to be a greater opportunity to queue.
It was 8 degrees in Hoek when we eventually got away, with a stonking headwind, which continued all day, of course.
I used to live in Holland, well Amsterdam to be specific, which isn't the same thing at all. I really got into Amsterdam, so much so that I seldom left the place. Today was a revelation, I would never have imagined one country could have so many industrial estates. They're ok, but after a while you've had enough. I'm grasping for some positives, and there are some... the Dutch. They're like us, but nicer. Helpful and cheerful, so despite a somewhat unprepossessing start, I still have to say it... I love Holland.
A popular section of last year's blog was 'On the nature table', well Darren said it was slightly interesting. Anyway...
ON THE NATURE TABLE:
Frogs, bullfrogs to be precise. Croaking their little hearts out. Pat tells me it’s past their mating time, so they're obviously doing it just for the craic... Bit like me and cycling.
you have to admire good taste, don't you?
I thought this was rather jolly.
Anyway, I'm going to have a Dutch IPA - it has to be better than Heineken, then an early night.
Evening all.
I don’t know quite why, being of a scientific bent, I don't believe in fate, but every time I set off on my bike, the weather nosedives wherever I am and becomes positively balmy at home.
I was so tired I slept through both calls on the boat and were it not for some noisy brats in the corridor, I would probably be back in the UK now. However, as is always the case, I needn't have panicked as the only benefit of heeding the calls would appear to be a greater opportunity to queue.
It was 8 degrees in Hoek when we eventually got away, with a stonking headwind, which continued all day, of course.
I used to live in Holland, well Amsterdam to be specific, which isn't the same thing at all. I really got into Amsterdam, so much so that I seldom left the place. Today was a revelation, I would never have imagined one country could have so many industrial estates. They're ok, but after a while you've had enough. I'm grasping for some positives, and there are some... the Dutch. They're like us, but nicer. Helpful and cheerful, so despite a somewhat unprepossessing start, I still have to say it... I love Holland.
A popular section of last year's blog was 'On the nature table', well Darren said it was slightly interesting. Anyway...
ON THE NATURE TABLE:
Frogs, bullfrogs to be precise. Croaking their little hearts out. Pat tells me it’s past their mating time, so they're obviously doing it just for the craic... Bit like me and cycling.
you have to admire good taste, don't you? 
I thought this was rather jolly. Anyway, I'm going to have a Dutch IPA - it has to be better than Heineken, then an early night.
Evening all.
and how was the Dutch IPA? - Geoff
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