We headed to the coast as the weather was still warm. Our guidebook recommended the small town of De Haan which has retained it’s 1930’s charm. We tried a campsite with a pool but we couldn’t check in until after 5pm which seemed pointless. We drove to the beach and found a spot to park, gathered our swim wear, beach tent which we had purchased in Hema in Amsterdam, our towels and a picnic for tea.
Paddling 
Hiding from the sun in our beach tent.
We had a lovely relaxing few hours on the beach, paddling in the sea, picnicking and people watching. Dave had discarded the instructions for the beach tent and we spent what was probably a hilarious to watch fifteen minutes trying to fold it back into the carry bag. We had spotted a better camping spot on the way to the beach so we moved The Van for the night and literally slept under a bridge!
De chicken 
De Haan 
De chicken aussi
In the morning we had a wander around De Haan spotting the giant art chickens. De Haan means The Hen apparently! It was a pretty little town which was clearly geared up for tourism. We then headed to our next stop, another place we had been before but wanted to revisit before heading home.