All I need is a recovery

Day 7

After such an adventurous weekend, what better way to wind down than to gather up a bunch of canoes, take a couple a Canoedians (German for Canadian) and enjoy a beautiful Sunday as we wound down a small river that was once used by those infamous plundering Vikings. 

These waters are now only lined with sheep and cow gangs, more than willing to show their colours. 

Jasper was in charge of this operation,

 and ensured that our every need was met.

His mother even packed us a delicious pic-nic basket filled with Lasagna (filled with beef and cheese from his families organic farm), potato salad, olive loaf, tasty little cookies, coffee and a bottle of sparkling wine (which was quite enough with the crate of FlenPi and the bottle of Corn alcohol). As you can see, Jorve was as impressed as the rest of us, perhaps even more, as we dined on a tiny little dock all the while Trevor murmured to himself "where the hell am I".

Much of the afternoon was spent sprawled on cow patty padded dykes as we:

snoozed and smoked, 

befriended and bemused bovinity (Jasper is the cow whisperer), 

Such hesitance is understandable when lasagna is on the breath.

but mostly enjoying a day that would have been normally left to the wind.

The trek back was smooth, but there were more surprises in store.

We were treated to a family feast courtesy of Jasper's family who not only run a successful organic beef and cheese farm, but used to run a communist commune in the 70's as well. 

After stuffing ourselves in this "picturesque" setting while listening to his mothers selection of Metallica, we got a tour of the operations and slowly made our way back to our nook.

Metallica in a "picturesque" European setting,

Trevor was sceptical.