About wild roosters

                                                  Amsterdam,

This is Mark and his twelve year old son, Arjan,  from London who found their way back to my couch after a week of typical father/son bonding cycling the Hoge Veluwe, a big forested nature reserve in the middle of The Netherlands, far enough away from unruly London where young hoodlums with too much English ale down their Brittish throats and keen on a bit of lagerloud fun set the English capital on fire, a bit like a second German Blitzkrieg but then the lagerloud/football hooligan way...

Telling me about their cycle tour in rainy Holland, the couchsurfing addresses where they interacted with their local hosts and about the confusion they experienced with some of the Dutch traffic signs...

Like the ones telling them about animal gratings across the road, stopping big grazers like Scottish hedgeford cows and semi stray ponies from leaving their forested enclosures, animal gratings which are called Wild Roosters in Dutch but they mistook for wild roosters in the Queen's English, the wild roosters they spent days trying to spot before a friendly Dutch http://www.couchsurfer.org/ host helped them out of their English Babylonian dream world...