June 2, 2025 Delft NE

Today was about preparing to leave. Our airbag computer had failed while François was in storage over the winter. When we arrived in March we took him in to try to get it fixed but the parts took 4 to 6 weeks to arrive so instead we made an appointment for today to get it fixed. In addition we needed our regular maintenance including an oil change. Our morning was devoted to getting that taken care of. Everything was done efficiently and we were back at the campground by 1pm. Ton spent the rest of the day packing and I did a few minor things around the outside of François while she worked. We finished most of the food in the refrigerator for dinner.

June 1, 2025 Delft NE

We spent the morning starting to organize François for storage, that is, Ton organized François for storage and I stayed out of the way and helped a couple of times to lift things that needed lifting. We are pretty much surrounded by British so I spent most of the morning in conversation with our neighbors.

Ton has taken a photo from this point now in the Spring, the Summer, and the Fall. I don’t think we are going to get one in the winter.

After lunch Ton was ready for a break so we walked into Delft. Delft is a lovely town, and could not be more Dutch. Clean sturdy looking homes, canals everywhere and lots of bikes. It is a nice city to walk in and has thoroughly charmed all of English neighbors in the campground as well as us.

The town hall in Delft.

After strolling around for a while we went to a pub that specialized in Belgian beers. Ton ordered a Leffe to make up for the one we didn’t get in Dinan the other day. When it came a Dutch gentleman next to us told her that if she liked dark beers she should order the one he was drinking. We struck up a nice conversation mostly centered around beer with him and his wife. They also gave us some tips on places to visit when we return in the fall. We really enjoyed the conversation and ended up spending about an hour there.

Our first round of Belgian beer. Ton has the Leffe that we couldn’t get from its hometown in Dinant. Mine is from Ghent and the translation of the name is “hangmans rope”.

After a couple of beers we returned to François and continued to work on cleaning the last of the food out of the refrigerator. Not an exciting day, but in the end a satisfactory one.

Part of the park where our campground is located.