Nico, my stepdad, turned 65 two days ago and we celebrated his birthday at a restaurant just on the edge of the Dutch dunes near Noordwijk. Over 20 extended family members were there, including my mum’s siblings whom I haven’t seen for years.
For dinner, I had a pancake called ‘Boer wat vind je van mijn koeien’ (Farmer, what do you think about my cows), a play on an old Dutch nursery rhyme.
During the day, we went for a walk to the beach. Holland’s wide beaches, the sea, the clear blue sky and the raging sun made for a very pretty picture.
Indeed. This means I’m in Holland. But only for a few days…