To Drachten

Indeed you may ask, where? What would bring us to the Croydon of Friesland? Bike woes, my friends. Specifically MrW's freewheel which ceased doing exactly that. But the man fixed it without taking the opportunity of insisting that only a new freewheel would do. There's business ethics, eh?
So turning this into an opportunity we got a disposable BBQ, the requisite number of beers, and some buns and sat out. The Dutch schools are back, the campsites are empty, and the night sky wondrous and huge and dark. So wondrous I went out the tent twice in the night just to err, peer at it.