On holiday in Holland for the week. Arrived by ferry today. There can surely be nobody who has ever had their first sight of the Hook of Holland and the outer approaches to the port of Rotterdam and not thought to themselves "
Good grief! Look what we have done to this planet".... Grim in the extreme. Then spent a morning driving along clogged six lane motorways in the drizzle, my wife feeling really ill and me still not feeling completely well after being off the bike for 3 weeks with a virus. To be honest, I wasn't expecting much from the cycling this week, either, as I like my hills and my road cycling, and everything over here looked really tame and sanitised. I'd only booked a holiday in Holland instead of France to avoid the European Thuggery Championships and it felt like I'd made a mistake. Got to our cottage on a water park in Giethoorn just as it started to pour down. Not a good start.
And then something miraculous happened. The sun finally came out, and I grabbed a chance to nip out for an hour to explore some of the local lanes around the water park where we are staying. Just a quick 13.5 miles today:
Thought I'd leave Giethoorn for tomorrow, so I hung a left along the canal bank and just kept going until I got to a canal T junction at Steenwijk, and I followed the next canal (the "Halfwegsdiep") for a couple more miles before turning for home when I got to this bridge (in the absence of any other prominent landmarks):
This was actually a minor road, not a cycle path, for most of its length but you'd never have guessed it. Shared it with one solitary roller-blader and two walkers ... plus a flock of geese and an oyster-catcher that I nearly ran over (surely a first?):
On the way back I stopped a few times to take pictures of the outskirts of Giethoorn on the other side of the canal. This was the local church, with an interesting wooden bell tower:
And some of the other bits looked not unlike the Norfolk Broads:
It might be pan flat around here, but I've a feeling there are plenty more lovely quiet little country lanes to explore, not just sanitised cycle paths at the sides of the main roads. Turning one corner, I had my first taster of the famous full-on headwinds that you just can't dodge in these parts, and I think there might be plenty to keep me interested. I may actually have landed on my feet here. I'll keep you posted.
Cheers, Donger.