The loss of my gloves a couple of days beforehand must have affected my judgement. In a rash move I also binned the old trainers…
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I followed the river Ijsel from Gouda to Rotterdam. It was another short day of cycling, with a relaxing lunch en-route. I’m becoming increasingly convinced…
I set off at lunchtime for the short hop to Gouda, correctly pronounced by the Dutch as “How-dah”. Having elected to take the shorter option…
It wasn’t a tough decision. I was enjoying the shorter days cycling and I’d already sacrificed the challenge early on. I decided to take a…
You see some unexpected things when cycling through foreign lands. About once a day I’ve come across an elevated basket that looks a bit like…
I may have been missing the peculiar comforts of the Forest Hotel, but Groningen fell short of my expectations. It was terribly quiet for a…
I opened one stuck together eyelid to discover it was already 10am. My eyes were still red raw from the previous days pollen, but I’d…
The invitation of a Stena Seaways Full English breakfast that came through the ships tannoy at 7am was tempting, but I didn’t really have the…
Statistically the first few miles of the trip are the most dangerous. The protected cycle lanes in the Netherlands make riding a bike almost as…
A couple of weeks ago we took delivery of our new Dutch bike, complete with baby seat so Arthur can come along for the ride.…