It's a beautiful day for a daydream

Hamlets sometimes have the strangest names. Our bike ride today took us, for example, along the Helle (hell) and Brand (fire). I saw the witch between Fire and the Helle.

Bert put all the boxes of music back in the closet.  He can hardly give it up. I didn't complain about it but put all loose items in another box so that they are tidy. We will deal with the damaged walls later.

We've booked a hotel in the Ardennes for a night this weekend, to go for a two days cycle ride. There are a lot of holiday cyclists on the way. Not only countrymen who cycle to the beautiful Limburgerland to stay here for a while, but also people who are on their way to further destination. I suppress the bad feeling a bit. We had cycled on the Hebrides in other circumstances. I'm not jealous or anything about those holidaymakers. I think it is wise not to go too far from home and still isolate ourselves as much as possible for our own protection.