This Way Home

A fine day for being blown northwards; picking up supplies en route we shot through Den Helder, onto the ferry and up to Den Berg on Texel where we found a fine little campsite on a farm. Tents up, we rolled into town, and what luck - a proper brown beer bar thronged with locals.
But that was where our good fortune ended. Down came the rain outside, the thunder boomed above the music on the jukebox, and the streets ran with water.
When it eventually gave over it was really quite dark outside.