While Ellie was doing clever things with cameras, I cycled onto our next stop. Perfect cycling weather: wind (more or less) at my back, grey skies (no sun burn) and the occasional shower to cool me off. I saw a house called "Martha's Lust". What did she get up to ??? Also a full sized replica Roman fort built in 2005 to commemorate 2,000 years after the Roman occupation. Black cows with white belts were munching in the marshes, flocks of greylag geese shuffled as I whooshed past. The old water side streets of Utrecht were fascinating: they must have been full of hustle, bustle, wheeling and dealing as the bargemen unloaded and reloaded their barges. Now the wharehouses have been converted into restaurants and shops, but it still has masses of atmosphere. And a wonderful lady who showed me the right path, instead of following what seems to be the Dutch national sport of misdirecting strangers.
My beautiful, courageous daughter is making little of her injuries and managed to cycle 6kms today without me having to push her. She is going to try and cycle at least some of the route tomorrow.
Alison
Enjoying reading your blog. You are both so brave. Hope Ellie's knee soon recovers and the cameras work.Good luck with the rest of the journey.
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Christine A
You know Alison, when I was about ten years old I told you I wanted to do a similar trip. You snapped "nonsense, Cathy, you can't cycle across the alps!". Now you're doing it!
ReplyDeleteIt takes a certain amount of courage and insanity to go on a trip like this, but I guess you've got those covered. And for a very noble cause!
Well done!