Another very green day – lots of cycling under tree canopies. A strong tail wind blotted out the nuisance of showers in the middle of the day. We followed the relationship between the river and the canal: now in each other’s arms, now going their separate ways.

I have nothing to say about Dörpen beyond the fact that it has a hotel of sorts with a restaurant that closes at 7 p.m. and long key codes for all the doors. On the plus side, the room has proper light switches.

I think I have heard the distinct local accent (or dialect?) here. Perhaps some Dutch influence? Anyway, today I have been saying “Moin” rather than “Guten Tag”!

The Emsland Route is as sinuous as the river itself: the 20km-via-main-road from Lingen to Meppen doubled in length via the Radweg – but nonetheless it took us most of the day. Goodness knows how we will cope with the slightly longer distance tomorrow!

The day was bookended with Rathäuser:

and filled with lots of green. Very pleasant cycling – and even the short rain burst was serendipitous, for we sheltered beneath an information board on a road named Am Kraftwerk. This was once the site of a peat-fired power station – 50 years of producing electricity until it was decommissioned in 1974. Just west of Geeste is a big moor/fen area – the source of the peat. From satellite photos you can see the long empty strips where it has been torn from the land. There’s also crude oil production and an oil refinery around Lingen, which came as a surprise after so much pedalling between arable fields and trees full of singing birds.

Meppen is interesting as the place where the River Hase joins the Ems while the Dortmund-Ems-Kanal plays gooseberry. I’m becoming rather fond of the Ems (in my sightline at this very moment) and rather regret that I shan’t be following it to the sea.

Once again, we have a touch screen for the room lights plus some motion-sensitive ones. Why make illumination so complex?

Today we started clockwise on the Emsland-Route. It’s just over 300km, but, with the weather and surfaces, I’m not sure that we’re going to complete it and get back to Europoort in time. No matter: there are trains after all.

We set off in light drizzle under tree cover as our route took us past a monastery and – brilliantly – some Salinen (which I’ve just learned are called graduation towers or thorn houses). I’ve seen a few in my time but I still can’t quite fathom them out. Salt water drips through vast screens of twigs, and the patient – perhaps an asthma-sufferer? – would sit downwind and breathe in the salty air. They are enormous – and presumably obsolete now that we have inhalers? I am grateful for modern medicine but still find them tremendously impressive.

And this is one of the charms of following a set route rather than plotting my own way across a map. Someone has already done the legwork for me and chosen a route which combines a roundabout way of getting somewhere with plenty of local interest. It was no great surprise to discover that the little town just beyond the Salinen is called Salzbergen. Coffee and a Windbeutel – no German holiday is complete without one! – in Emsbüren, and then the oddity of the River Ems and the Dortmund-Ems-Kanal briefly entwining for a kilometre or two before they unwound themselves.

There’s an historic centre to Lingen, but it wasn’t the day to see it – a run was just finishing as we arrived and the Marktplatz still had inflatable arches and local radio station broadcasting. There’s quite a lot of industry, both current and historic: we passed a power station and some steelworks, and once upon a time Salzbergen had a Erdölraffinerie.

The hotel room is good, but there are shades of Mon Oncle: the lights, for example, are controlled by a computer pad and switch themselves on unexpectedly.