So I set off from the Lucky Lake hostel with enthusiasm. I want to see what the almost featureless landscapes will provide in the coming days.
After a few days staying in fairly ordinary campsites I find one that looks interesting so aim to get to Nij Beets for the evening. As the day progresses and the sun starts to take its toll I contemplate stopping earlier than planned. I push to set off and somehow at maybe 10mph fall spectacularly off Ruth and onto the road. I sit up and shake my limbs to check and it seems I’m ok. That is until I start counting the scrapes I’ve just picked up, just 4 different places I forgot how much grazes hurt.
My elbow took the brunt of the fall. But my ankle is not good.
This is a feeling that I’ve not had since childhood the way that the searing sting of a graze takes me back to being 10 years old. I decide to push on not wanting to give up.
I made it to a beautiful site which has resident animals too! Such a relief to have some peace after a hard days ride.
This goat was lonely but enjoyed a good scratch on her head.
Chickens that will provide an egg for breakfast tomorrow.
Amazing breakfast the following day with doggy bag so I took some away for lunch. The peace and great hospitality has helped lift my spirits from where I was the previous afternoon. Onward to Groningen.