Breakfast from Fijnbakkerij Booren (another recommendation), then out of Diksmuide past the Dodengang (Trench of Death), the only preserved Flemish trench from WW1 - raised up with earth and sandbags rather than dug down, as this is at sea-level.

Battling the Belgian 'mountains' again to Veurne and Koksijde then into France, and a final slog into the wind to Dunkerque ferry port and a moment of empathy from the Police aux Frontieres - me: "Oof, le vent du nord...", officer: "Oui, c'est l'enfer."