Only 250 English miles to the port. More cold and rain. More autobahn service stations and the invisible Dutch border. It takes time but it gets done, safely and without incident today. 11 kilometres to go and Jane wants me to go past the exit signposted Hook van Hollens. Nope. I disagree and take the slip road. Jane switches herself off in a huff which is not helpfull when I have to find my way into the port. With now where to stop I do it the old fashioned way. Follow the sign posts! Then I recognise the road along the top of the dyke. Windmills. I could only bee in Holland. Those and the acres of glass houses full of tomato plants. The road drops off the dyke to a railway crossing, and then I'm at the Europort complete with it's fish n chip shop. I wouldn't would I? You bet I would. Even served with mayo battered cod and chips take very fine indeed to a homeward bound Englishman (Apparently I'm not a Dane any more).
A German motorcycling couple join me for the fish and chip experience. Company for the cruise home.
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