The overnight crossing from Hull was smooth and enjoyable and after tucking into a three-course meal then enjoying a film we settled into our cabin which was well equipped with two comfy beds and a shower. Cycling is an absolute dream in Holland.
Bikes have their own lanes, traffic lights at junctions and dedicated road signs.
Just a few minutes into our trek to Amsterdam we mistakenly followed the way one sign was facing instead of the direction of the arrow on it. The result - a slightly embarrassing detour back to where we had come from. Undeterred by this, we eventually found ourselves at Holland's capital city, The Hague. As I was a little saddle sore by now, I must admit that as we walked away from our bikes in search of food, I really didn't care whether or not they were there when we got back. Three hours later the welcoming site of our hotel and a well-earned night's sleep greeted us in Oegstgeest.