From the dyke path we spot a Spoonbill and several Black Terns. Many of our other fellow cyclists are on electric bikes. The only indication that we have entered Germany is a customs man sitting in a marked car, and the smooth tarmac turned to brick paving. The very full Rhine is busy with coal barges and cruise boats, and the path busy with heavily laden touring cyclists.
Our destination is Rheinberg, as there is a War Cemetery we want to visit. At the cemetery a book tells us exactly where to find the grave of my Uncle amongst the 3000 others. He was shot down near here, whilst on a bombing raid in 1943.
As always, we find the cemetery and graves are all beautifully looked after.
Miles to date 738
