Where's Bertie? He's still at the Aire at Harelbeke, just outside of Kortrijk (exact location: 50.84593, 3.31078)
Weather: Very heavy overnight rain gave way mid-morning to sunny intervals. Showers returning later, with one clap of thunder heard. Warm, at 15 degrees.
An incredible number of people were out exercising as we set out on the marked 8.7km running circuit of the lake. Perhaps the recent cessation of the heavy rain had bunched everyone up together, or maybe 11am on a Sunday morning is just a popular time. Probably more the latter than the former, but it's certainly a level of activity that we would never see at home.
Alas, no runner was within sight as we inadvertently passed an unmarked turn, where the route had been diverted around a building site. It took us a wee while to conclude that we had lost the route and double back.
Spot the accidental out-and-back detour
Most of the way was on a grit surface, but a section through the woods was a bit of a mudfest. That, however, was more easily negotiated than the bit by the windmill (see photo in yesterday's post), where last night's rain had caused the lake to overspill, covering the path.
All recovered (and freshened-up) after what had been our longest run in months, the afternoon saw us take a wander out of the sports complex and left along the road, where we found ... very little of interest, save for the architecture (nothing modern or outlandish, just the way there can be a terrace of ordinary houses, all built in different styles and with different roof lines).
The finale of the day was to put a bit of consideration into how we are going to spend the rest of our time on this trip (having finally booked our return ticket, which is actually the ticket we didn't use on our way back from Spain last December). We have a plan and it looks like this:
I'm sure that makes perfect sense, doesn't it?
Weather: Very heavy overnight rain gave way mid-morning to sunny intervals. Showers returning later, with one clap of thunder heard. Warm, at 15 degrees.
An incredible number of people were out exercising as we set out on the marked 8.7km running circuit of the lake. Perhaps the recent cessation of the heavy rain had bunched everyone up together, or maybe 11am on a Sunday morning is just a popular time. Probably more the latter than the former, but it's certainly a level of activity that we would never see at home.
Alas, no runner was within sight as we inadvertently passed an unmarked turn, where the route had been diverted around a building site. It took us a wee while to conclude that we had lost the route and double back.
Spot the accidental out-and-back detour
Most of the way was on a grit surface, but a section through the woods was a bit of a mudfest. That, however, was more easily negotiated than the bit by the windmill (see photo in yesterday's post), where last night's rain had caused the lake to overspill, covering the path.
All recovered (and freshened-up) after what had been our longest run in months, the afternoon saw us take a wander out of the sports complex and left along the road, where we found ... very little of interest, save for the architecture (nothing modern or outlandish, just the way there can be a terrace of ordinary houses, all built in different styles and with different roof lines).
The finale of the day was to put a bit of consideration into how we are going to spend the rest of our time on this trip (having finally booked our return ticket, which is actually the ticket we didn't use on our way back from Spain last December). We have a plan and it looks like this:
I'm sure that makes perfect sense, doesn't it?
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