I remember we drove through the rather pretty town of Cassel about a year ago, and I commented that I'd like to visit this quaint little town on the hill again. So this Sunday we loaded our bikes onto the car and headed out.

Unfortunately the weather didn't hold out and the cycle adventure was a little damp (however, that is what warm estaminets and hot waffles are for). Flanders is pretty flat and the hills are few and far between - they call them 'mounts'- it's cute, and optimistic. Cassel is well known for its 17th century windmill perched on the very hilly top of the hill. Mostly though, we just rode around on our bikes getting hopelessly lost, and asking 'where the fuck is zeemersteenvordebrouck?'

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