40th anniversary - Arnhem 2001: photos part 4: more from the tour

Having left Doesburg, we headed on through the countryside to this working windmill, which is kept running by volunteers. It is partly financed by donations of visitors, and you can even buy flour inside. I guess a trip to the Netherlands wouldn't be complete without this. Below are my brother and sister in front of my sister's R4.

It didn't take long for several more Renault 4s to follow us. Wherever we went that day we could guarantee a convoy of a few R4s throughout the route.

This picture was taken from inside the windmill. I had tried to capture it just as a sail flew past the window but failed. The power, size and speed of the sails rotating outside was awesome. I was standing just next to them outside and imagining being scooped up on one, wondering how far I would be thrown off into the neighbouring fields. Before I left England, my friend wished me luck in finding a little Dutch woman who lived in a windmill surrounded by tulips, and who wore clogs and made cups of tea. I'm now beginning to rather like that idea. If you match that description, let me know!

Following the road from the mill, we arrived in Bronckhorst, the smallest city in the Netherlands, which included a visit to a tiny Dickens Museum. In fact it's like a tiny village, and makes Wells in England look like a seething metropolis. Then it was on to Alderink Classic Sportscars, a sort of museum-cum-showroom, with many splendid examples of perfectly restored old vehicles. Before getting there, however, we had to cross this river on the ferry boat, for which we'd been supplied with free coupons.

Around eight cars at a time packed onto this ferry, and of course it was all R4s that day.

That's me in one of my usual awkward photographic poses, and my sister to the left. I think I can spot my brother on the far left secretly getting in on the picture too.

Onwards to Dieren, and a visit to the TV Toys Museum, which had all kinds of memorabilia for children to run past and ignore, and adults to gawp at slowly (well, that's how I remember museums being as a child anyway). It was a very interesting place, though I didn't spot Mr Benn anywhere, so I presume he never appealed to the Dutch audience. This R4 was parked opposite, and appears to have made the journey from Italy, with 'Roma' visible on the number plate.

Next stop was a resting place in the woods, where we were handed an apple and had to fill out a very tough questionnaire about the R4. I'm sure we weren't in the running for any prizes, as I only knew about half the answers. There was one last stop after this at an ice cream shop, before returning to the campsite. Much of this tour features on the video footage.