Such a lazy start to the day. Ignoring the drizzle, we made scrambled eggs and plotted the day. A visit to Damme was on the cards. The town was empty, but it was reassuringly just as we left it years before.
On the way home, we saw barriers drop, and a bridge lift and shift to make way for a giant barge full of rubble.
Early evening we packed the car, as tomorrow, we start our journey north. Wine and pasta for dinner.
