Westward Ho

Two days to Amsterdam or three or even the train - that was the question as MrT has been struggling a bit, in a fair bit of pain. In the event he says he’s up for it so off we set to a half way point. Stopping at Apeldoorn where once again we’re asked about Brexit....*
Then some lovely cycling through forests and across heathlands till we came to Nijkerk and a campsite which smelled very fine and agricultural.
And a starry night where we could sit out awhile. Always a joy.

*the Dutch we’ve spoken to are universally appalled by it.