On Wednesday, dad and I rode our bikes from Middelburg to Domburg - roughly 21 km. Along the way we encountered a Vliedberg mound or a refuge mound. This was their protection in the middle ages against their worst nightmare - floods and tidal surges.
Next we passed a turnip mound - this is any child's worst nightmare :)
It was rainy, windy, and cold, so our accommodations for the night were extra special. We slept like kings and queens.
Because our clothes were soaked and we were tired, we stayed in that night and played games in hostel bar. Dad cheated at war.
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