Am making absurdly slow progress across Holland and Germany with ageing mother. Keep stopping and starting. She can’t make up her mind about anything. Keeps losing things. Doesn’t know her panniers. Keeps packing things in different places. Is eating too much and cycling too little. Hefty portions of apple strudel cake seem to be holding us back. If things weren’t so funny we’d have made it to Denmark by now!
More slow progress soon . . .