We woke around 7:00 and started the day with a modest breakfast: a cereal bar and some scrambled eggs; Rührei, as the Germans call it. Flynn took the lead in our field kitchen, and I was assigned the role of apprentice. Fair division of labour. 
Today, there were fewer photo stops. Jean-Christophe had promised Flynn no diversions for wildflowers photography or wild blackberries tasting. A hard promise to keep for him, but fair enough. 
We rode through Dülmen, where we made time for a second breakfast – a German tradition which Jean-Christophe was happy to discover. Then we left the town behind, passt the old gates and headed towards Lüdinghausen, with Burg Vischering as our next culinary goal.
The scenery along the way was amazingly peaceful with humming fields, cooling forests, gliding storks, and a lone maypole near a cozy fire circle. Part of the route took us along a stretch I had cycled a month earlier on the way to Münster.
At Burg Vischering, we paused for drinks and hoped for a bit of cake or ice cream. (especially Flynn wanted soft ice) Unfortunately, the ice cream machine was out of order for the day, and the only drinks available were fizzy – not Flynn’s favourite. Disappointment was quickly put aside with the help of home made cookies, and we moved on.
The road to Olfen remained pleasant, but time began to press. Jean-Christophe had an appointment later in the afternoon, and we needed to keep a steady pace. We reached Olfen and Flynn – exhausted – deserved an ice cream and was finally rewarded! He, after 88 km in two days, was understandably worn out. Vera kindly came to meet us near Henrichenburg, where Flynn wrapped up his journey.
Jean-Christophe continued alone to Lünen, this time without the panniers — a lighter finish.
Spending time like this – Father-Child – was truly special. Jean-Christophe hopes to have similar moments with his other children too – on bikes or feet, under the open sky, and with time to just be together.