Now, Doris had laughed at me for bringing a woolly hat and gloves. But there is nothing laughable about cold ears or hands and it was she who felt the biting wind first and was quick to take advantage of my prescient purchases, hitherto carried for 31 unused days.
But it was not much longer before my ears began to suffer, the wind whistled through my missing tooth, and I needed to get creative with my cap.
This made Doris dissolve into giggles, only surpassed when I remembered that my wind-stopper jacket has a hood for this very purpose. I will admit that it is not my best look but is was very effective and enabled us both to carry on toastily.
Ghent is a sprawling conurbation, so for the only the second time on this journey, we decided to skip the walk the purist walk into the centre and enjoyed the luxury of train transport for a couple of stops.
You may recall that, after Würzburg, I vowed never to walk across a city again. In fact we have done so, wittingly or not, nearly every time, with the journey into Aachen (but not out) and Ghent, as the only exceptions. Over the next few days, our plan is to walk all of the way into both Bruges and Oostende.
As we want to get out of Ghent pretty pronto tomorrow morning, we decided to stay near the station rather than in the, reportedly, lovely town centre. We we really should have visited but will instead pig out on Bruges, having equally enjoyed Dendermonde below.
Nonetheless, we came up trumps culinary-wise, as just around the corner from where we are staying, is only one of eight (so they told us) organically certified vegetarian restaurants in Belgium. The food, which had a strong African influence, was superb, as was the lovely organic Belgium beer – well I had to try it!
Finally, here, just a stone's throw from the station, is a testament to the Belgium people's love of the bicycle.
It is now just two relatively short walks to get to Bruges.
Today's musical choice: need to have a think - will hopefully post later
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