So, having found Belgium, and been delighted by it, we continued on to the Netherlands, as per Plan A. ….Andrew had a couple of campsites earmarked, and, after a spot of diversionary routes around the town, we arrived at a small campsite, where no-one was at reception, nor was there any response to ringing the bell, so we toodled off to option 2. This turned out be a site run by the council, and what a place! OK, it was a tad “open to the elements”, i.e. damned breezy, but the facilities were top-notch- Villery and Boch toilets, no less, and everything was spotless. The campsite also had a fresh bakery delivery each morning..the cheapest and best croissants so far, this trip!
We biked into town, with some help from a local, who spotted us with a map…”follow me” she cycled ahead, giving us a potted history of her town as we followed…how nice was that? We soon found out her civic pride was very understandable. Middelburg is a very charming town, with a lovely feel to it. There are several grand buildings, including many residential, and as our informal guide had told us, they had been flattened in WW2 and rebuilt to the original style. The central Market Place is a hub of activity, though sadly we narrowly missed the weekly market there. We were able to do our own tour of the town, by bike, punctuated by some stops for liquid refreshment…well, it was still very hot!
You may recall, Andrew had spilled beer on his shorts in Ghent, well, he added to his laundry toll in Middelburg…some ice cream melted from his “Totally Nuts” ice cream cone, onto the same shorts, and…oh, the indignity, a pigeon shat on his shoulders in the Market Place. It was still a fantastic place to visit…we will go back one day, and he’ll get his revenge on that pigeon!
Click on the photo below to see some of our Middelburg photos…g’wan, you know you want to!
