The grottiest campsite we stayed in on the entire trip is the one in Amsterdam. From the map it has potential, being on the edge of Amsterdamse Bos, the large forest area near the centre of Amsterdam. The ride to it from Amsterdam central station was lovely. You don't have to worry about being run over by a lorry, but you do have to watch out for cyclists, they are everywhere. However the campsite is very run down, dirty and flooded during the night. We were careful to keep clothes dry but yet again we got soaked. It always rains when we go to Amsterdam.
The next day we cycled south past lakes, alongside canals and across dykes. The landscape was typically Dutch with views for miles across the fields and wetlands. You are never far from water in the Netherlands. We camped in a farm campsite, and spent the afternoon talking to the pigs and sheep, and protecting our dinner from very inquisitive hens.
We had hoped to cycle all the way back to Hook of Holland, but it was slightly too far for the time we had available so the next day we cycled to Gouda and got the train the rest of the way. Gouda is very pretty, with a large central square with cafes on all sides, and the inevitable cheese museum. We went to a cafe to celebrate the end of the cycling.
Once back in Hook of Holland the sun came out and we had time to reflect on our trip. We had ridden just under 1000km, had stayed in 25 different campsites, had visited about 50 different playgrounds, had worried about the children getting sunstroke and hypothermia (though not on the same day), had been absolutely soaked to the skin 3 times, but had only 3 punctures.
Was it hard work? Yes. Did the kids become urchins? Yes. Did we question our sanity? Yes. Would we do it again? Yes!