Tiptoe through the tulips – Nederlands: 17th May – day 12
Lots of photo’s but no words yet – will update soonest – still have muscle issues I don’t want to make worse.
Tiptoe through the tulips – Nederlands: 17th May – day 12
Lots of photo’s but no words yet – will update soonest – still have muscle issues I don’t want to make worse.
Tiptoe through the tulips – Nederlands: 16th May – day 11
Blog for this day to be updated soon – see previous day about muscle issues.
Tiptoe through the tulips – Nederlands: 15th May – day 10
Today was another moving day, we had decided to move closer to Amsterdam as we want to go and visit the Van Loom museum. A snapshot of Amsterdam wealthy merchant family in the 18th Century. Almere is a convenient spot as it is only about 30km from Amsterdam with good transport links, here we can get either a bus right outside the camp to Amsterdam Amstel and then a tram into the centre (about an hour) or a train direct from Almere centrum, about a 4km ride into the centre and then about 35mins on the train. We might take the bus and tram as it sounds like fun.
En-route and only about 20mins from the camp site we decided to call in at Oostvaardersplassen – a vast area of reclaimed land from the sea which was due to be developed industrially but the wildlife moved in instead – good on ’em! Easy to find the centre had a large enough car park to accommodate us (but don’t stay too late as the barrier is only 2.3m high which would have chopped Hilma’s head off! maybe a lot busier in the summer but we were tucked away in the corner nicely.
A spot of lunch and off we popped on our bicycles – I’m going to cut this and tomorrow’s blog short as I think I had some serious sun stroke the other day and all my muscles are aching and I have a real pain in my right upper arm and forearm when I try and lift things and I think typing is making it worse – so lots of pics – not many words – sorry!! I will update it when we get back to the UK (there are a couple of more days worth of pics so don’t give up on me just yet!).Here are the pics;
I’ve now run out of Dutch songs…….
Another cycling day – Ommen & back: 13th May – Day 8
Eurovision – did you see it? We didn’t but looking at the news app this morning (which we shouldn’t because we are on holiday) we found out that there had been some kind of protest whilst our girl SuRie was singing for her supper. Now I’m not a great fan of Eurovision but what is the world coming too – an innocent, happy ballady type song we can jig around too and inwardly smile at then some numpty turns it into a political event – Eurovision political? Never, surely not. We love you SuRie, just you remember that.
We looked at the weather app this morning and we were in for a 40% chance of rain from 1:00pm so we decided to abandon our planned 20km ride and go for a quick ‘in & out’ of Ommen back in time to catch the last rays of sun before the rains came.
Holland feels quite sleepy at the best of times – today it felt positively narcoleptic. We left at around 10:15 arriving in Ommen about 10:45 – the town was closed, well – it was Sunday. We cycled around the empty town centre which was quite pleasant, no pedestrians, not many cyclists and the Koffie bars were just starting to sprout customers.
Smurfs – the greatest hits……go on, I dare you!
Cycling day – Dalfsen & Vilsteren: 12th May – Day 7
Using the Dutch ‘Node Network’ of cycle paths we planned a route that would take us to Dalfsen and back, to see how far it was. There were a couple of windmills (Molen) on the map and as it was Nationale Molen Dag we thought we might join in and take a couple of photo’s to show how much an important part of the historical and working culture they are. Little did we know at the time that we would be treated to a wonderful tour of one by Jos, a local miller – but more of that later. Our route was as follows: 61 → 60 → 69 → 8 → 90 → 59 , at which point we arrive at Dalfsen. The numbers relate to the junctions where there is a possibility of direction change on your route – you simply write all these on a piece of paper taken from an online map:- click here.
Here you can plan your cycle routes – so easy. The UK could take a lesson from this, I know we have Sustrans but the infrastructure really doesn’t exist in the first place to help them do the same. All power to the cyclists, get the politicians to listen!
A wander around Dalfsen, a coffee and a visit to a couple of chocolate shops and we find ourselves beside a Molen – built in 1818.We weren’t sure if we could climb up the steps inside as there looked like lots of signs that said you couldn’t! Instead we smooched around the craft fair below it, tasting and ultimately buying some local cheeses to add to our picnic box. Then we noticed a load of trucks parked down a side street, all polished and shiny with numbers in their windscreens – a truck fest we thought? Asking some local girls we found out there were 81 trucks in all taking part, this was no competition though. The local truck owners all belong to a group who once a year take handicapped children and young adults on a trip around the town and surrounding countryside. We were touched.
After a spot of lunch by a large water course off we popped on our node route again – different numbers, different view. This time we cam across a bike ferry across the Vecht, a bike ferry and FREE, the two things unheard of in our own country. Joy of joys, all automatic, no ferryman, just pop on with your bikes (10 max) and press the button to go, the ramp rises closing you in the open cage and when it reaches the other side it simply opens by itself – clever stuff.
We then cycled (on concrete paths) through meadows full of cows, buttercups and green frogs trying to mate in the ditches (the frogs before you start!), an idyll route which we both felt was simply beautiful. The route home took us past another Molen – Vilsteren, this was open to the public but only had 2 sails on (this was due to the health & safety people insisting 2 were taken off as the bolts holding them were not up to standard) – the thought of a 2 ton piece of windmill falling off doesn’t bear thinking about.Once inside we were treated to a personal tour of the windmill by ‘Jos’ the local miller – we must have spent the best part of an hour with him. Amazing, despite the substantial pieces of inner workings Jos described it like it was a delicate machine and the slightest fault could upset the whole process. We were taken right to the top of the mill (the bit that turns around) – the large brake wheel which drives the whole system was made in 1766 and still going today!
When it’s spring again we’ll sing again……tulips from Amsterdam
Hoping for the best to Eastermeer: 10th May – day 5
I think this one was a Max Bygraves special?
Today was a traveling day, we left the Op Hoop Van Zagan to other campers ‘Hoping for the Best’ – don’t get me wrong there was nothing wrong with the campsite, in fact a very convenient stop over for those wishing to visit the Keukenhof gardens or take a train into Amsterdam. The site was clean, well run but for us just a little crowded. After the aires of France and the small CL sites (5 vans) in the UK they don’t half pack ‘em in over here. I believe the Dutch are a great camping nation so I guess that is the norm over here – we have yet to find out as this was our first time in The Netherlands (and only our second time abroad with Hilma so what do we know). If you were to use this as a base then the train from Voorhuit (about a 35min bike ride from the campsite) takes about an hour with one change to get into Amsterdam.
Today we ventured into the north of Holland over the Afsluidijk a 30km dike built across the Waddenzee between 1927 and 1932 to keep the Dutch clogs dry.
Eastermeer to Ommen : 11th May – day 6
Another travel day – we upped sticks and continued our journey heading south. When we initially booked the holiday we did not realise that around this time there were some school holidays so I was a bit nervous of not finding anywhere to stay over the coming weekend and so on the Tuesday after our arrival I booked online a 3 nighter in a Caravan Club approved site between Ommen and Zwolle. The drive this time was much more relaxing – we are getting to grips with planning a route and marking key junctions on the map. I think we would get terribly lost if not! We drove through some very pretty villages, we have noticed that there are very few white lines in the middle of the roads which makes you respect everybody’s space. None of this “this is my lane and your having none of it” UK type of thinking, drivers are generally very good over here.
Off to the beach: 8th May
Another of those ‘old classics’ from the Ed Stewpot era kept creeping into my head every time I passed a windmill – and no, I haven’t taken the classic tourist photo of one yet.
Our original plan for today was to go to Amsterdam, but to be honest after the Keukenhof gardens yesterday we decided to have an easy day. As we are only 2.5kms (1.5 miles in old money) we deicide it would be a good idea to cycle to the beach (us and a thousand or two of other people as well). Still we weren’t to meet them until we arrived at the beach, a quick look at the ‘sardines in a tin brigade’ and we promptly turned around and headed for a beach hut type café for a coffee and plan B (which we hadn’t figured out yet).
To save time getting to Voorhuit station in the morning to get to catch a train to Amsterdam I decided to do a cycling reccy to the station. Got a little lost but followed my nose and got there eventually, bought tickets for tomorrow’s journey – messed up at the ticket machine and bought a ticket I shouldn’t have – pocket was €16 lighter!
Netherlands: 6th May
Some of you may recall that infamous song made famous by Tiny Tim (6’ 2”) in 1968 – for those hipsters reading this…. What the hell is he talking about …. Google it!
Off we go again in Hilma – last time we were out it was -3°C and 6 inches deep in snow. Now temperatures were soaring to +23°C. We have never been out in Hilma when it has been so hot – lovely. Overnight ferry from Harwich to the Hook of Holland meant we had some sleep before the very long journey the next day, all of……. 34 miles. Nothing seems too far in Holland, except that is the N206 road, which we decided we liked so much we thought we would go up and down it a few times just to make sure we liked it. Having eventually found the Op Hoop Van Zegen (‘Hoping for the Best’) – all ‘hope’ had been extinguished by that damn road. Anyway, less of my moaning – we arrived.
Not really our cup of tea after the delights of wild camping in Scotland and the free Aires in France but in my inevitable way of wanting ‘something to be organised’ (at least for the first 4 nights) it would do. The afternoon saw us cycle into Noordwijkerhout for provisions (a shiver ran down my spine as I thought we might have to cross the N206, but fortunately the Netherlands is blessed with cycle paths which steered us away from the dreaded road. A few cheap beers and tonic for the Tanqueray Gin off the ferry we were all set (oh yes, we did buy some salad and veg).
Deep sleep beckoned us that night – we were both knackered – nightmares of the N206 haunted me but not bad enough to wake me.
Kuekenhof: 7th May
Today we are off to some famous gardens – the name reminds me of that wonderful cake we found in the Alsace .We decided to cycle there as the information sheet picked up from the ‘Hoping for the Best’ office said it was 25 mins. We decided the Dutch cycle very fast – and yes, we did get lost again despite having all the appropriate cycle maps – ‘Hoping for the Best’s’ advisory 25 mins turned into 50 mins. But we were not disappointed – as soon as you walk in you are immediately hit with a riot of colour, although not in an obscene way. Some were strong and vibrant while others were soft and subtle and all made up from just tulips.
March 17th 2018
Well it has been a while folks (for those that accidentally come across this site). We were meant to be going to Cumbria without Hilma (taking our Sporting Trials Car instead for a BTRDA trial) but Hilma needed an MOT on Friday and I had an AGM meeting of the fly fishing club so it was really silly thing to try and do (especially as we had reports of another silly weather front from Putin’s way coming in again). So what did we decide to do – yes that’s right, take Hilma out for a night out (she deserves it you know – stuck in her compound with all those other vans with not a human to talk too). Where did we decide to go – right into the amber weather warning area given by the met office on Friday night. Were we bovvered – of course we were.
Off we set Saturday morning and duly arrived at Aberbran (small CC site for 24 vans) on the sight of an old railway station. Charming. Quick cup of tea and off we toddled for a quick circular walk around the valley. Six nations on the radio was beckoning so I set a stern pace, soon to be slowed as we kept stopping at most farm gates to lean on and take in the views.
The views over Pen-y-Fan and Corn Du were absolutely stunning and the photographs taken with my phone do not do them justice – should have brought the camera out.The walk was lovely – only spoilt by the England v Ireland score on return to Hilma. A cup of coffee and a whisky mac soon cheered me up (easy to please) and then looking out of the window we saw the Best from the East (part II) starting to show us what we had in store – silly us!
Rocroi to Embrey – 15th October
The last of our Kugelhopf was consumed at exactly 13:55hrs today. What the heck am I going to enjoy now?
On a more sobering thought we stopped en-route today just outside Arras where there was a British Cemetery dedicated to the fallen in the First World War.
Many, many people have visited these special sites over the years, many, many tourist, motor-homers and residents cannot help but be moved by these beautifully manicured spaces of remembrance. Although sad, they are a fitting reminder of our past and worthy of an occasional visit to show our respect, also to remind us about the horrors of war. So many, so young, so sad – I do not know of anyone in our family who fought in either the first or second world war, yet I shed a tear for these brave young men, not only British, there were boys and men from all over the commonwealth and respectfully German graves as well. More than 3000 people are buried here, this a tiny plot given by the locals as a token of their respect for helping to liberate their country.
I hope this is not an intrusion for the family.
Onward to Embrey – today was a 150 mile drive, I’m beginning to think this is about my limit when driving in France. Janette did offer to drive for which I am very grateful, I just prefer driving than being a passenger. Embrey is a wonderful little aire, about 50 miles from Calais. We came across the first British motor-homers, David & Joyce who were on their way home after a 10 week European trip which included Croatia. Seasoned travellers.
When we left Rocroi we tried to fill up with water from the Urba Flux point – what a nonsense, two euro’s stolen from the card and still no water came out. This was the first time we had attempted to use the service point at an aire, before we came away I was worried about these things – this did not fill us with confidence, however, we had plenty of bottled water, so was not really a problem. When we arrived at Embrey there was a ‘Fot Bleu’ machine so we gave this a go – much easier, a machine to dispense ‘Jetons’ bought with our euro loaded card, pop the jeton into the machine and hey – ho, easy peasy, we had some water.
Ferry back to UK – 16th October
Because we were only about 50 miles away and our ferry was at 14:00hrs we took a slow drive along the coast from Bologne to Calais. Neither of us had driven this before and it was an absolute joy. Such a change to hammering down the ‘peage’ worrying about getting to the ferry on time.
A beautiful day – gave Hilma a last drink of French Gazole, we then topped up our tummy’s with some pain-au-raisin as we stopped overlooking La Manche in glorious sunshine. We had never stayed in this region before and were very surprised by the diversity – just inland rolling hills and valleys whilst within a few miles dunes and beaches, definitely worth a couple of days stopover in the future. There I go, planning what to do next. Well I think at the end of a holiday that is a normal thing to do. We are already thinking about Ireland, Brittany and the Camargue – how are we going to fit it all in?
Eguisheim to Millery – 13th October
So we leave the beautiful autumn golden vines of the Alsace to turn our noses North for our homeward journey. We are not in a hurry though, we are going to take 4 days to get back to the ferry and enjoy the slow drive back. Climbing out of the Rhine valley was gorgeous, this time of year brings a charm all of its own, the countryside bathed in a low light with the trees glowing, each one on their own autumnal journey. At the top of the climb (a few km’s of 6% but very manageable) we stopped for a coffee and Kugelhopf in a layby.
Today we are off to an Aire at Millery (Lat: 48.8159N / Long: 6.12701E) situated just above Nancy and on the banks of the R.Moselle. Upon arrival there were 4 vans well spaced apart, by the time darkness fell there were 14! A bit of a squeeze. We had a little wander around Millery finding the old outdoor Lavarie that had been lovingly restored along with the church. There was some signs that the older residents were not in favour of such ‘rapid’ change with a huge sign on someone’s garage asking to sign a petition against the tide of change.
The Friday night youths were out on their busy little hairdriers but by 10:00pm all had quietened down.
Millery to Rocroi – 14th October
An early mist greeted us coming off the Moselle which made the aire very atmospheric, someone had already left at 6:00am, someone else had launched a boat both of which woke me early. Cup of tea in bed then!
We did get off to an early start making sure our fog lights were working – but there was a snag. Although our pull-out bike rack has lights fitted it did not have a fog light, that was fitted on the main light cluster and was hidden by the bike cover. I didn’t feel comfortable traveling without the fog light on display (I’m sure the Gendarme wouldn’t approve) so off came the bike cover and the glorious fog light could now shine through the spokes giving the French tailgaters an ample view of Hilma’s bottom (note: not Hilma’s ample bottom).
A coffee break half way (with more Kugelhopf of course – Janette is going to get the recipe) and we decided to motor on all the way to Rocroi, set up camp and then have lunch. Upon reaching the edge of town we were stunned by this pretty little aire (Lat: 49.92347N / Long: 4.51705E).
There were already some vans ensconced on the site but there was plenty of space. In ‘All the Aires North’ book by Vicarious Books it states there are 6 spaces – but clearly there is room for more. As I write this there are 8 of us and probably more to come if last night was anything to go by.
After lunch we decided to take a walk around the old town walls which in fact is a Star-Fort built by Henri II started in 1555 and gradually added too throughout the centuries.
A fascinating walk, there are circuits for bikes around the outside and fitness exercise stations to work off all that Kugelhopf!
Eguisheim to Husserain-les-Chateau (circular walk) – 12th October
Today we left the bikes behind and set off on our pieds. Boots laced up, rucksack full of food, drink and coats stuffed inside, off we set into some pretty moody looking skies hanging over the Vosges Mountains. The Alsace is the second driest place in France according to most of the reports I have read. Today was no exception, despite the threatening looking skies we managed to stay dry all day.
The walk was about 6 miles incorporating – yes you guessed, vineyards and pretty villages along with a smattering of woods. Beautiful, this is such a peaceful area despite the obvious tourism, once again I would say that I am sure it would be heaving at the height of the season. Following the map, my GPS and some obvious French signposting we wound our way up to the hillside, the view of the Rhine basin opening behind as we climbed, sunlight drifting across the land lighting up the vines with a golden glow.
Just before midday we reached the village of Husserain-les-Chateau and managed to find a hotel above the village in the woods for our morning caffeine hit along with a ‘tarte du jour’ – I keep saying this “what’s not to like?”
This sleepy village has some wealth about it – plenty of fairly ‘newish’ properties with some magnificent views. It is well within commuting distance of both Colmar and Strasbourg, also we are pretty sure that many of the vintners earn a decent living here. If our friends back in our village can grow grapes and get about 350 bottles a year, imagine what some of these boys and girls are producing – eye watering. Prices for the Alsace wine bought direct from the producers range from £7 – £20 depending on quality, year of produce, etc.
What struck us was just how clean it all is, villagers take great pride in their streets and their flowers, obviously vying for ‘best floral village’ and other such awards. A real pleasure to cycle and walk around, we would not hesitate to come back to this area again and spend more time here.
We are off on our return journey tomorrow – we are taking 4 days to get back to the UK so again taking it as part of our holiday, not wanting to rush through this wonderful country. We have some Aires earmarked so let’s see what the next few days will bring. Goodbye Alsace!