No mosquitoes, slept like a log, and woke to a glorious morning, much warmer than of late.
Today consisted of more sweeping along the top of dykes through beautiful empty nature reserve, and occasional cute and unspoilt towns. Stork heavy too: many of the villages proudly display a plaque that enumerates how many nesting pairs they have each year, and at one point I counted ten storks in one (newly-mown) field of about 3 acres!
Totally absorbing, it was of those wonderful days when I couldn't remember whether I'd been cycling for one hour or six.
The landscape looks like a Dutch 15th century painting. And funnily enough my campsite tonight is Dutch owned and about half the vehicles in it are Dutch. So maybe it's even more Holland than Holland.
Tomorrow to Hamburg and friends, all being well.