After three weeks in the UK, we felt the need to travel again. Actually the need was not due to restlessness but the desire to see our family in Holland.
So on Monday morning, we set off early to catch the ferry to Dunkerque. A beautiful morning, which was made more so when the sun rose. A fllaming ball of fire, the morning version of the flaming red sunset at Aldinga Beach, South Australia. An amazing sight.
The journey across the channel on the DFDS ferry from Dover to Dunkerque was smooth and uneventful, so we spent the time relaxing at the front of the boot. The relaxing turned to snoozing of course. Due to the early start and the lovely sunshine streaming in through the very large windows.
A stop on the way north for the much needed cup of coffee, which was pretty awful. The coffee in Belgium and Holland is not brilliant, but then one is usually desperate for some caffeine by 10 a.m. It is actually called Coffee Verkeerd, literally called 'wrong or strange coffee' due to putting milk in the coffee. None of this Cafe Latte stuff in these countries. Here it is black coffee with evaporated milk. What happened to the steam?
Coffee Verkeerd again, with appel gebak, at the old Railway Station. The cafe is run by a disabled community and they do a wonderful job of cooking food. The appel gebak is one of the best I have eaten. Walter is looking very happy with his slice of appel gebak. Not good for the diet though.
We are now back on our bicycles, and trying to go for a solid ride for at least an hour per day. In a desperate bid to get fit. Currently I am feeling very stiff, as I am not used to all this exercise after four months of idleness.
Back to familiar territory. All the hedges and shrubs looking trim, ready for the spring burst of leaves.
The woods have had a major clean out.
There is no school on Wednesdays in Holland, so the afternoons are spent socialising with friends, playing sport, attending swimming lessons, learning music, or being given extra tuition at school. A very busy afternoon for children and for parents. Today, there was a football tournament for the children in Groups 5,6,7 and 8. The parents supervised each team, and there were no problems with aggressive parents yelling from the sidelines. It was all very amiable. However, I was told that over ambitious parents who yell at their children, can be a problem in clubs, just the same as it is in the UK.
Play in action, against a beautiful blue sky. Lovely warm weather.
And we can expect lovely warm sunny weather for the next week. Spring is here.
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