This year, after many cool years, we at last have a summer that is worth its name, with long, hot, sunny days and warm, still nights. So we went to the North Sea to spend a few days.
This is my son on the day we arrived, when the weather was not quite so nice, and no, he is not trying to part the waters to walk to America, but those clouds barely gave us time to dip our toes into the water and get back to the car. The sea, by the way, is a lot warmer than it looks. It was nearly as warm as the Mediterranean and the sand clean and lovely.
Sadly, that day it rained.
The following days we returned, and we mainly did this:
which means. the Kid tried to fly his kite for about ten seconds, and then I unraveled the cord for the next thirty minutes. Second attempt at flying, another half hour unraveling….. and so on, until dinner time. I tried to get him to ask the more “professional” kite flyers for tips, but he refused… and I had to unravel again.
Thankfully, there was respite, with lunch, in lovely restaurants like this one. Those fries look harmless, but they were more than excellent, and fresh made!
And should you wonder about the sock monkeys, please go visit our facebook page, the “Sisterhood Of The Mae Monkeys”, for clarification. All that needs to be said here is, thank you, Pea, for the wonderful idea.
Our hotel was this pretty house, right across from the restaurant.
The nicest house in the village. It really felt good to sit in the yard across the street and watch the many people who stopped and tok snapshots of it, and to know we were staying there.
This is the garden in the back of that house, right next to the path leading to the beach:
We used to sit in this place in the evenings and chat with the owner, and he told us stories about how the village was founded, and how people settled on the tine islands called “Halligen” just off the shore, and how they carve out a living there with their sheep and cattle, and how he and his wife bought the house twenty years ago and turned an old milk shop into a small but first-class hotel. We got recommendations where to go and buy the best smoked fish and homemade bread and which beaches to visit, and he told us not to think of buying a house there until we had visited the place at least ten times for vacation during the different seasons, not that we had plans for doing that.
The beach is endless. You have to walk about half a mile to get from your car to the water, not a good thing for me right now with my broken back. And the public toilets are these houses:
I mean the one in the background, on the stilts. The stairs were NO fun.
Don’t worry thought, there are pipes. The waste does not drop from up there into the water. It is quite clean. The bathroom, I mean. Oh, and yes, the beach and the water too.
There is another building like that a little further down the beach where they – supposedly – serve the best scrambled egg with North Sea shrimps and dark bread. Don’t know if it’s as good as the rumor, we never tried it. The stairs, you know.
Oh, one more thing. My son, age 15, tried his first ever coffee. And decided not to like it.
Can you see our hotel in the background?
We had to come home early because I was too ill for vacationing, but the few days we spent there was fun. And we’ll try again next year. Maybe by then we’ll also know how to fly a kite.