We managed to get two lifts in France, one which took us right across the Belgium frontier, via Dunkirk.
We witnessed a carnival procession in Veuve, and then managed to push on to just beyond Dirsmuide, where we pitched tent for the night.
During one spell walking we knocked at a roadside home for water for our bottles; we were invited in by the husband and given a cup of coffee each, whilst our two water bottles were filled with hot black coffee.
The night in the tent was most uncomfortable and cold, as it rained and blew considerably.
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