.. the story continues … arriving on the pontoon at Springersdiep the steam train went whistling past so we decided on a quick bite of lunch and a fast march to the RTM rail museum as there would be a train departing at 1:30.  What a great afternoon, no 🚜s however (that will only mean something to someone who has read all these reports), but a traction engine was a fair substitute.  Late afternoon snack and a beer at Twins … very acceptable!

Later, after meeting the German couple ‘next door’ we walked over the dunes to watch the sun set over the N Sea and then celebrated Ule’s birthday with a cake and a bottle of wine back on SW.

The following day we cycled to Ouddorp, which had been on the plan C list as a possible marina.  The town is absolutely given over to tourism … will not return (the marinas (old and new) look small but perfectly formed.  In the way back we explored the De Punt bunkers - wow!! Quite an experience … and the called at Twins  for a few beers and an afternoon snack … 

Today … well, we need to move as the wind is due to change - radical idea, it’s going to blow a fair bit and throw it down, so why not spend all day moving to somewhere nearer to going home … so here we are, parked in the Veersemere, west of Kortgene, on a public pontoon called “public dock”. That’ll do!

The journey was wet, very wet, flippin’ 💦.  It blew quite lively, but we got some cracking sailing in.  In fact, so much sailing that we’ve not recharged the batteries fully.  The solar panels are currently as much use as a chocolate fire guard.  We had quite a wait at the Brunissesluis, with plenty of time to chat with the two Belgian chaps on Skal who kindly suggested we didn’t return to The Netherlands next year if we planned to bring this sort of weather with us (we’ve had a lot of those type of moments) and also wanted to know if it was politic to be flying the red ensign in view of the Dutch/England football result of Wednesday evening.  

Out of the Grevelingen it was strange to be in the fast-paced world of commercial traffic again.  The rain persisted; wetter than a wet thing on a wet day.  The wind blew.  Eventually we arrived at the Zandkreeksluis, it was just emptying so ready for us to drive in and have a few minutes respite from the wind.  As we left, it blew old boots and threw it down while Mrs C retrieved fenders and ropes … flamin’ typical.

10 minutes later we passed Kortgene Marina and another ten minutes on, we found ourselves here … and Mr C could finally go for a pee. Bless.

Right, time for a glass of wine or something similar, I’ve just about dried out.

Is Wet Wet Wet an eighties pop group?

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