At breakfast I watched storks fly over the hotel towards the Waal. Later we saw several of them in a flooded field – presumably eating their breakfast. Rain was forecast, so we made it a short day via route one. Rain started to fall after the ferry to Lith and then continued to get heavier. Like the proverbial frog in heating water, we didn’t realise how wet we were getting until we were fairly soaked.
At Ravenstein I remembered the cafe we had found last year, so we refreshed ourselves there. The rain had almost stopped by the time we arrived at Beers early afternoon but there have been a couple of downpours since then.
Old Shoe Box 