The first coffee stop today was in pretty Oudewater. It had a witch’s weighing house in the 16th century: if your weight was proportionate to your build + your soul (something *ahem* lacking in witches) you could get a certificate acquitting you of witchcraft. It sounds like a quaint little custom nowadays, but – of course – it could be a matter of life or death then.
I took a photograph of the house next door.
Another business hotel beside road intersections tonight. Two in a row is probably my limit, but this does have the (slightly noisy) charm of coots and their chicks on the water just outside the window. Wildfowl is certainly tamer here than on the canal at home: as soon as I opened the window the coots paddled over to see if there was anything for them to eat. I had a similar experience with a moorhen and its chick this evening: instead of striding away as at home, the moorhen came towards me. They come so close that you can see clearly the jointed toes on their webbed feet.