Burning sheds and going bowling

Nice ride today from Leeuwarden, last night I  camped at a little harbour, 5 euros. When I arrived the owner was washing his car, I asked if I could camp and he said its campervans only. Ok, I said, no problem. He then smiled and said put your tent up behind the office and I'll bring you a cup of tea. 

I stopped on today's ride about halfway. A lovely tiny little hamlet. As with everywhere here, it was very quiet and so clean. I sat on a bench next to the canal  glad to be off the bike for 10 minutes. I was thinking to myself, this is the life.

I looked up across the canal and about 20 meters away from me some guys shed was on fire. And I mean proper on fire and smoke billowing out. The owner came out and walked past me so slow it was funny. He went into the cafe  behind me and got a fire extinguisher. His walk back was even slower because he could hardly carry the thing.
The fire brigade turned up and sorted it out, so all good.

I arrived at a campsite, not what I would usually go for. One of these big  commercial places. But it has a washing machine on site, and I need to use one, desperately. 

In the reception I asked "How much to camp please?"
The nice lady replied  "24 euros a night"
That's almost twice what I've been paying.
I said " Why is it so expensive?"
She said its because there are a lot of things to do on site, if I want I can go 10 pin bowling.
I said to her "I've just done 47 miles on my bike  do you honestly think I want to go 10 pin bowling?"
She laughed and said "No, probably not"

Day off tomorrow to get my washing done at last. Checked the weather forecast, its going to rain.

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