I'm almost too embarrassed to tell you about this.....

I missed out last night.

 I'd booked into a youth hostel. After another 100+km day in the saddle I thought I'd treat myself to a youth hostel supper. They are usually good value and just what my tired little legs needed.

I was hungry too. All I'd had for lunch was a bowl of muesli.

Well, half past six came and I popped down to what I thought was the food hall but there was nothing happening, just a busy rustling sound from the kitchen.

"I'm clearly too early" I thought to myself.

I went up stairs to my room again and returned just after seven expecting to see supper on full swing. It wasn't..... Just the continued 'I'm busy preparing something in here' sound from the kitchen.

Stomach beginning to rumble I returned to my room and came down again at half past seven. Still nothing doing.

'Perhaps supper is running a little late today' I thought

I tried again just after eight and. ..... compete silence. The lights were out, the kitchen was silent. The catering staff had clearly gone home.

By this time I could have eaten my foot, I was so hungry.

I felt rather bashful that, somehow, I'd either misunderstood something or, in a quick 20 minutes or so, supper had come and gone.

There was no one to ask.... So I returned to my room and had, yep, another bowl of muesli.

My rest day of a little cycle ride somehow turned into another 100+km ride in the wind. Vast stretches of grey sky and grey North Sea, with container ships passing back and forth.

Lots of cyclists doing bits of the North Sea cycle route.

Currently in Bremmerhaven, the exit port of many Germans emigrating to the US in the past.