A New Flag on the Door

With the arrival of May, it was time to head back to Dulles for the flight to England. On landing, we retraced our taxi/train/taxi tango and picked up the truck which started the very first time. And, there were no signs of water leaks.

Parked at the Congresbury Arms for our first jet lagged night.

The next morning we headed off to spend a weekend with Denise’s brother and sister-in-law near Chichester. A family gathering including Denise’s sister and brother-in-law on Saturday was wonderful. We also walked through and admired local bluebell woods, which brought back childhood memories for Denise.

We then headed north to Atkinson Vos for two spa days for the truck.

Glamour shot in the parking lot.

We were greeted as old friends and got all manner of service and work done. The list is getting shorter and shorter, but the oddest things take the greatest effort – like reorienting the water pump so that it is right side up.

Nifty trucks, new and (very) old.
New battery charger with neater wiring.
Old iron holds a LOT of oil.
New pump controller and better routing.

While the truck was worked on, we stayed in an old coaching inn in Bentham.

Sometimes you just have to make a few compromises to get the car around back! (Note shaved corner!)
Room with a view
Wonderful old beams

Then our trip really began as we prepared ourselves for a ferry crossing from Newcastle to Ijmuiden, near Amsterdam. We left early giving ourselves lots of time for the boarding and it was just as well, as the Tyne Tunnel was reduced to one lane in each direction and there was a huge back up. But we made it on time, boarded, and found our rather small but totally adequate cabin.

We were early enough to watch the parade of cars come on board.
Architecture on the Tyne; very modern and very old.

We decided to go to the restaurant for dinner, rather than the buffet and thoroughly enjoyed it. The service was excellent and the food better than we expected. And this is a ferry boat. The big cruise lines make a huge effort to recognize repeat customers. Here, lots of truckers are literally regulars and know the staff by their first names.

Steelworks on the skyline.
Old warehouses made into stylish shops.
Denise, ready to put a new flag on the door.

So far we have found camping to be a little more challenging in the Netherlands than in France. After a bank holiday in UK, we arrived in the Netherlands to a series of holiday weekends. When a few attempts at reservations were met with “Sorry, we’re full!” we have been very careful to be sure that we have confirmed reservations. And even then, we have been in overflows or had to extend extra days. The Dutch are out and on the road! But the campgrounds themselves have been lovely. Our first campground included a grocery truck which came every evening and sold all necessary products. As we have not found any large supermarkets (more on this subject later), this was a bit help!

As we have not found grocery stores with parking, having a camp store that comes to you was wonderful. And packed with fresh veggies and an insanely wide range of products!

The Keukenhof is one of the largest flower gardens in the world, covering some 79 acres. (https://keukenhof.nl/nl/) It opens every spring for a flower and tulip display. We were a bit late in the season, but it was still amazing. Naturally, we had tickets for the cloudy/rainy day, but we cycled the 10 Km to the park wearing multiple layers. It was chilly enough to keep our jackets on all day! It was the very end of the season and most of the tulips and other spring flowers had finished. We do give them credit though for replenishing a lot of the beds with new blooming tulips and daffodils so that those coming during the last four days would still see some color.

We also took a fun ride on the Whisper Boat, which included seeing the only field with tulips which had not yet been shaved (cut). So we did have a pleasurable experience.

It is said to be better to leave a few blooms than to damage the pants – which are needed for new bulbs.
Canadian tourists.
You can see what a show it would be if the fields had not been cut. “Shaved” in the local parlance.
Stilt dancers
Tourist photo with young ladies in costume.

It was our first trip on the bikes and it was clear that bike riding in Holland is not the same as in the US. The Dutch cycle very fast! The infrastructure is amazing, even out in the country. There are separate lanes for bicycles and these lanes have their own traffic lights and priority rules. Amazingly, electric bicycles and powered scooters are allowed with no restrictions. We are getting better and loving it. The Dutch are WAY ahead of the US or UK and even France.

We realized that one of the electric bikes was not working well and so we decided to head to Leiden where there was an authorized dealer and managed to get into the closest campground by agreeing to be in the field, rather than the campground.

We actually had an interesting first afternoon as we ended up winching out an English double decker bus, that had sunk in the dirt up to the body. Digging was required as well!

Gotta fit the jack in here somehow!

Fred finally got them out with a combination of jacks, traction ramps, and, finally, a pull from our front winch.

Only the third time we have used the winches.

Took a while to get all of the toys put away again! And the bicycle saga is only beginning!

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