 Grote Kerk in Rare Sunshine |
Small groups of people traversed the iron bridge beside us. Most passersby gave us an acknowledgement and a smile. The Dorset couple we had met the previous day returned for a chat; perhaps a pretence to spot grebes.
"We are heading further south on Tuesday," I informed them, "and then we'll start looking for weather opportunities to return back to the UK."
"We will sail down to Goes in two weeks' time, and then fly home for a while before returning," they replied. We all agreed the weather was appalling, in fact most mariners we had met all whinged about the state of the weather this year; not just the English. At that point the heavens opened up, and they dashed off. A complete deluge followed.
We managed to watch the Netherlands versus Poland football match on Rex's tablet, though we could not stream from the UK, just a Dutch web site.
After the game, we got under the floor of the boat, as you do, to try and locate where water was still leaking into the bilges. We eventually found water coming in from the water pump; its seals were obviously broken. We'd attend to that in due course.
Later, we headed into town for beer and food. We sat outside in the Scheffersplein during a rare sunny interval. The Dordts Genoegen was open today, as the waitress mentioned it would be the previous evening, so we headed towards that place of refuge.
Just as we were about to enter, the young waitress who had served us the previous evening passed by. Judging by her clothing, she was off duty today. She approached us and asked, "Are you still drinking the same beer?"
"Yes", we replied rather puzzled as she sat us at a table. Off she went and brought us the two beers. "Thank you," we uttered.
"They are on the house," she said.
"But you don't have to do that," we responded.
"I can because I am the owner," she laughed. She wished us a good evening, and disappeared off to spend the evening with friends. Amazing!