Ypres to Loon Plage

With just 38 miles to do and 5 hours to do them in, we could take this warm, sunny day nice and easy. I'd been told off good and proper about bungling and negligence the evening before and so I was scrupulously attentive to my map. Add to that, the only elevation we were going to come against would be the ramp onto the boat. Highlight of the day was the waffles and slagroom in Poperinge.

Slagroom is not the VIP lounge of a West End nightclub; it is simply whipped cream, though I would expect one would probably find slagroom in the VIP lounge of a West End nightclub.
After scoffing the treats we passed through some pleasant agricultural land some of which was devoted to hop farms.

In no time at all, after zooming through more delightfully named towns and villages on the N308/D17 - Watou, Houtkerque (my guess that means 'High Church'), Herzeele, Wormhout, Esquelbecq and Pitgam, we arrived back in the equally oddly named Loon Plage. Unfortunately, like much of Belgium and this part of France, Wikipeadia devotes just nine words to Loon Plage so one can only guess as what the name means. Perhaps, Moon Beach.