Finally a completely dry day. Not that it’s been properly wet, but we’ve had a few brief showers every day on this Radweg. It was a fairly unmemorable ride – it was enough simply to be cycling in sunshine on very quiet roads. I heard buzzards several times. The oddest thing was intersecting with a cycle race; the roads were closed, but we were able to use them so long as we kept out of the way. Which I did – feeling like a laden donkey compared to the sleek thoroughbreds that whizzed past me at frightening speeds.

South of Bielefeld I finally saw a signpost for the Hellweg-Weser route. And then they ran out again.