A bit hit and miss, but we got here. I don’t know what happened to knooppunt 39. Same procedure tomorrow for the much longer stage of Utrecht to the Hook via Woerden and Delft. I always get lost in Delft . . .
I do enjoy cycling in the Netherlands; it somehow renders people ageless. I saw an elderly woman in a modest summer dress smooth her skirt down over her knees as she cycled along – a gesture she has probably been making for the last fifty years, and I suddenly saw the former young woman in her.