Last night as I sat in my camp chair, for some reason I hadn’t felt so exhausted and tired. I could barely keep my eyes open and contemplated cycling the next date to the nearest town and catching a train. Yet in the morning, I felt as good as new and almost fully refreshed. I can never understand how the body works at times.
A lovely ride today, despite the neck being a pain. So scenic spots along the way such as this old watermill in full working order, or indeed this amazing 500-600 year old oak standing next to an even older church. Being Sunday everything was closed, even Aldi, but it’s no problem when you’re prepared for it. But I did stop at the one cafe that was open along the way.
Tonight’s campground is highly expensive, 9 euro – which included a shower and a beer. In Stockholm that would have bought ½ a beer. The bike paths seem to be getting better and smother as I head west toward the Netherlands. Let’s hope it continues that way.