Moerbrugge

I have caught Ian’s cold, hardly slept last night, and felt like a wrung out rag all day.  So I didn’t do much today – no bike ride.  We went for a walk this morning to buy fresh bread from a wonderful shop in this tiny village.  It’s a delicatessen/bakery/chocolatier/pastry shop/ cheese shop.  All looked so delicious, but we resisted temptation.

And I took a walk through the nature reserve alongside the canal.  It is mostly wetland and marsh with lookout huts for twitchers, but in the middle is some higher ground where a herd of Galloway cattle roam freely.

The track ran past a narrow river

Rather muddy under the trees

A view from one of the bird-watching huts

A Galloway calf with long shaggy coat

A board walk across the marsh

Meanwhile the French guys on the big barge were cleaning their cars, from to bottom –literally.

The boat is just as spick and span

And a 94 year old man was sailing a radio controlled model yacht, so of course Ian went to have a chat.  He has built 140 boat models in his time, prefers flying radio controlled planes but crashes them too often after all the hard work, so now he sticks to boats.