It was cooler today and so much easier to cycle in. We did 50km and could easily have done more, whereas on the hotter days we were petering out after only 30km.

We got away from our little cabin at 10am and it just started to spit with rain. Then it stopped and started with drizzle all day but it was quite nice for a change.

We rode along a bridge which had a canal on it. The bridge was designed by the same people that did the Eiffel tower.

We arrived at our camp at 3pm just as a torrential downpour happened. There was a marquee there, so we sheltered under it. Under the marquee was a swimming pool and in the pool was a giant fish. Not sure why there was a fish in a swimming pool, but it seemed cruel.

The campground office didn’t open until 5pm and the thought of sitting around in the cold and wet didn’t appeal, so we started searching for hotels, but as it was Saturday night and there was a festival in town, they were all booked out.

We found a chambre which was nearby so Mike called them and thankfully they had a room and it was only a 10 minute cycle ride. The lady didn’t speak a word of English and she was trying to tell me something. She put it into her phone to translate and held it out for me to view. There were now two languages written that I couldn’t understand. She’d translated into Dutch!

Anyway, our room is massive with a double bed and five single beds. Reminds me of some of the places we stayed in on camino. But we have it all to ourselves and our own bathroom too.

We walked into town and ate out at the only restaurant there.