Youngest Son and Travis pack the tent.

Youngest Son and Travis pack the tent.

It really is happening.

The hallway is full of stuff ready to grab when I go through the door, the bikes are packed and we are ready to leave for the night train to Amsterdam.

Tomorrow morning, all being well, we’ll pick up the Bakfiets and start coming home. I’ll get online when I can and try to at least post occasionally on Twitter when we cross the border into Germany and the phone contract works.

Time to get an hours sleep before we have to leave…

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